A calm boat ride was the best way to get grandma and grandpa to go to sleep.
Ok, that’s creepy. Why is there a doll’s head on the outboard motor?
That’s what I call a captive audience.
“Below Deck, Holland”
Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale a tale of a fateful trip, that started from this tropic port, aboard this tiny ship. The mate was a mighty sailin’ man, the Skipper brave and sure, five passengers set sail that day, for a three hour tour, a three hour tour.
/// The boy at the stern has been weeping,
but the passengers just go on sleeping.
On the Dutch canal barge
they apply a surcharge
for a seat where the deck isn’t seeping.
/// The boy’s tears increase now, dramatically,
as the rudder is steered automatically.
It’s been “given its head,”
so the boy cries in dread
while the tillerman smiles enigmatically.
It’s the red-eye on the fjords. There’s no meal service on this trip just stale toast wrapped in impenetrable cellophane. Bub-bye.
Marilyn had been holding in her flatulence for over an hour. If the men didn’t leave soon, it was going to get ugly.
“DAD……I really gotta pee!!!”
The Riverboat Pitch was harder to escape than the Elevator Pitch.
Cruising down the Styx on a Sunday afternoon.
Can’t this boat go any faster?
Everyone decided to ride quietly after seeing what happened to the head of the last person who joked about the Captain’s “tiny motor”
That’s not a gender neutral lavatory. One of you needs a sex change.
The captain’s attempt to hook up the widow and widower was not working, for some strange reason.
Trying not to cause a wreck / When you’re poopin’ on the deck / in the mor-or-ning!
Young Jans wept as the Cruel Karl, the evil tillerman, told him that he was going to be sold into white slavery in Rotterdam, while his drugged grandparents would be sent to the workhouse in Utrecht.
Konrad was inconsolable after realizing he’d packed his putter instead of his pipe for this five-day voyage.
Oy vey, This is worse than the Titanic, you cheap putz!
The young Dane grew melancholy as he realized that the tillerman had learned how to shrink heads. Would he be next?
Travel scene on board a Dutch canal barge:
Paste (including the quote marks)
"Category:Paintings by Martinus Rørbye" site=commons.wikimedia.org
(syntax supported by the Google, Yahoo, Bing, DuckDuckGo, Ecosia, and Yandex search engines) in the browser address bar (or search for it using one of those search engines) and choose the first Category: found, and once there find the text string bord, and click its link for info and links that point to more info about this roughly B4 paper size painting.
Again, a larger strip image is shown by (Ctrl- or right-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #2948 (June 24, 2022) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment, and using the dropdown menu (even larger if you trim what’s after .png from the URL). I have added a comment there (awaiting Mr. Melcher’s approval) pointing to the artist info I used to point to here. So far 2 works, by this artist, have been used here. The July 7, 2017, strip has the prior. The artist info URL in my comment there is pointed to by a here link in my blog comment.
I was hoodwinked! That’s the last time I book a vacation through Cheap Discount Tickets. I’m supposed to be on a gondola in Venice.
“Are we there yet?”
What is the guy inside on the right holding?
Nora set up a cruise from the newspaper, but this isn’t what she and ralph had in mind.
/// Like a scene from a horror-porn thriller,
there’s a child’s severed head on the tiller.
while his folks snooze unvexed,
the young boy fears he’s next
‘cause their pilot’s a serial killer.
(This limerick was composed last night, but not posted until now because I then saw Ish’s remarkably similar one as the last Comment for Thursday, June 23. Check it out!)
Great. Mansplained to death. :)
No … this isn’t working …
What say we get rid of the grandpa and the kid; and have him working in a hotel instead? Will that work?
Nothin like a cruise with some booze in a sloop in the morn’in’.
LOL it looks like he’s steering an outboard motor shaped like a young boy…
Question: From time-to-time a frequent commenter here suddenly “disappears.” Does anyone know what happened to gcarlson (with a pith-helmeted avatar)?
That’s the longest churchwarden I’ve ever seen. Could wake the fifth parishioner from the isle with that thing.