That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for July 21, 2022

My original post in 2019:

You’re going to need a cue stick… and balls… and pockets.

Repliers felt the need to point out billiard tables don’t have pockets.

All of existence was coming to an end and the only thing Monroe regrets is losing his pool table.

when he asked for a room poolside, he should have been more clear…

The final table at the 1942 U.S. billiard tournament that was won by The Shadow.

Edward’s opponent learned the hard way that you don’t clap the two chalk bags together.

The amazing Monsieur Caillebotte/

Had a thunderous opening shot../

Two or three of his balls/

Would take out the walls/

Which is why he depicted them not..////

His opponents would cry “Mon Dieu!”/

(You’d probably say that, too)/

For his special technique/

Was completely unique/

Since he did it without a cue !

Despite the omission of walls/

This painting precisely recalls/

That redoubtable day/

In the Petite Palais/

And the artist- breaking his balls.

Now look! I told you a house by the sea was a bad idea. The bloody fog’s come in.

/// He’d been Lucifer, “Bringer of Light,”

‘til Rebellion and steep downward flight.

He plays billiards. His goal?

Win your immortal soul.

But he cheats when you shoot, flashing bright.

Uri Geller shooting pool.

Did Franz Schubert design the table?

And wasn’t he surprised when he finished his symphony and found it was not finished.

The langoliers have arrived

“Dash it all, why do my opponents keep spontaneously combusting?”

this is so funny I can’t stand it

Marty McFly saved his parents’ relationship but at the same time convinced a young British exchange student named Mike Russell to give up billiards for electric guitar.

There’s no rail on that side, Not to Worry! https://www.facebook.com/watch/?v=821470328747407

Gustave ran out of oils?

“Well, huh. That fortune cookie that said ‘you will soon witness the universe destroyed by false vacuum decay’ turned out to be true. Who would have figured?”

Does GoComics need a “groan” button? Because that is what I did when I read this one.

Never mind, I think I would break that button once I read Pearls Before Swine.

The ultimate business desk flips over to a billiards table. Liquor cabinet in the left door.

“Well, you see, my dear, its all a matter of velocity and angle of carom….wait! Come back. Oh, dear, I was mansplaining again, wan’t I?”

/// This oil painting of billiards (pre-break)

has been hit by a piece of white cake.

An old wheel-chaired Gran,

(who was really a man),

aimed for Mona— hit this by mistake.

“I’m calling the black ball in the kitchen pocket”

Billiards (unfinished): 

Paste (including the quote marks) 

"Category:Gustave Caillebotte" site=commons.wikimedia.org 

(syntax supported by the Google, Bing, Yahoo, Duckduckgo, Ecosia, and Yandex search engines) in the address bar (or search for it using one of those search engines) and click first Category: found, and once there, find Billiards in the text of that webpage, and click its link for info and links that point to more info about this roughly jumbo envelope size painting. First Other versions entry has the strip coloration, now archived.

Again, a larger strip image is shown by merely (⌘- or Ctrl-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s THROWBACK THURSDAY: MASTERPIECE #2326 (11/11/19) (July 20, 2022) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment. I have added a comment there pointing to the blog entry with the artist info I used to point to here. So far 14 works, by this artist, have been used here (18 times total, including 4 repeats with this Throwback Thursday), the November 11, 2019, strip being its first use (the artist info URLs included in my comment there are here links in the aforementioned blog comment).

It was at this point that Gustave realized he was really sick of painting.

his lordship, not wanting to be buried with a lid, bought a find solid oak, green felt table

enjoying a spirited game with casper the friendly ghost…

Tom Sawyer and the gang got carried away with the white-washing.

And after he ran the table/

He sent his grandmother a cable:/

“Chère Grandma”, he crowed,/

“I have shot my load/

In the only place I was able.”