The Lockhorns by Bunny Hoest and John Reiner for February 08, 2025

  1. Jsorb
    ʲᔆ  about 10 hours ago

    “Lockhorns, meet the Lockhorns

    their marrage is a travesty…"

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    snsurone76  about 10 hours ago

    THE FLINTSTONES was just a ripoff of THE HONEYMOONERS.

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    PraiseofFolly  about 5 hours ago

    Flintstones, meet the Flintstones

    The Post-Apocalyptic family

    War burnt big cities down to bedrock

    It was a most terrible tragedy

    .

    Somehow human beings saw the light

    They made peace and ceased to fight

    Old inventions reappeared then

    Run by creature power, then men

    .

    Like the new Flintstones

    Had a yabba-dabba-doo time

    A dabba-doo time

    They had a don’t-say-gay old time.

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    Out of the Past  about 5 hours ago

    Finally, someone else who compares themselves to the Flintstones.

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    Ichabod Ferguson  about 4 hours ago

    BLAH, BLAH, BLAH … SINGER, NICOLA PAONE (1959)

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    Wizard of Ahz-no relation  about 4 hours ago

    my wife and I have “My life would suck without you”

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    elvira.alejandro  about 3 hours ago

    Ask for advice to Al “weird” Yankovick.

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    e.groves  about 3 hours ago

    “Highway to Hell”?

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    Jeff0811  about 3 hours ago

    First you come up with a signature saying, then the theme song naturally follows. Yabba-dabba-do!!

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    tcayer  about 2 hours ago

    You’re a PRINT medium.

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    Daltongang Premium Member 3 minutes ago

    But you do have a theme song………

    Well, I lay my head on the railroad track

    Waiting on the double E

    But the train don’t run by here no more

    Poor, poor pitiful me

    Poor, poor pitiful me

    Poor, poor pitiful me

    Oh, these boys won’t let me be

    Lord, have mercy on me

    Woe, woe is me

    Well, I met a man out in Hollywood

    Now I ain’t naming names

    Well, he really worked me over good

    Just like Jesse James

    Yes, he really worked me over good

    He was a credit to his gender

    Put me through some changes, Lord

    Sort of like a waring blender

    Poor, poor pitiful me

    Poor, poor pitiful me

    Oh, these boys won’t let me be

    Lord, have mercy on me

    Woe, woe is me

    Well, I met a boy in the Vieux Carres

    Down in Yokohama

    He picked me up and he threw me down

    He said, “Please don’t hurt me, mama”

    Poor, poor pitiful me

    Poor, poor pitiful me

    Oh, these boys won’t let me be

    Lord, have mercy on me

    Woe, woe is me

    Poor, poor, poor me

    Poor, poor pitiful me

    Poor, poor, poor me

    Poor, poor pitiful me

    Poor, poor, poor me

    Poor, poor pitiful me

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