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Monday, November 8, 2010

A CHICKEN GOES IN A BAR by Phil Comer (August 14, 2010)

Hard to believe Far Side cartoonist Gary Larson just turned sixty. One of his beloved panels depicts a chicken in a bar surrounded by cows munching hay. Larson's caption: "Vera looked around the room. Not another chicken anywhere. And then it struck her -- this was a hay bar."


That original came to mind when someone recently forwarded Dan Reynolds' take on the theme: two dogs enjoying cocktails perusing other bar mutts. Reynolds' caption: "Bob and Steve noticed no one else was wearing a collar. Suddenly, they realized they were in a stray bar."

That added fodder for these:

A rock climber repels down El Capitan in Yosemite. Halfway down the sheer rock face he comes upon a refreshment stand serving icy rickeys. Caption: "Suddenly, Eric realized he’d dropped in a belay bar."

Hepcat prowls into a hot spot enticed by the aroma of liver and onions. Tomcats sit on stools licking paws in anticipation. "Suddenly, Jerry realized this was a sauté bar." 

A penguin waddles into a roadhouse. The joint is filled with ballerinas in tutus twirling before mirrors. "Suddenly, Ralph realized this was a plié barre."

Bartender collie mixing cosmos, one patron mutt licks his nether regions while all the other pooches crouch obediently, tails wagging, tongues lolling. "Suddenly, Rusty realized this was a sit-stay bar."

Elderly woman staggering into a tavern is blind-sided by a whiteout blizzard and run over by Santa and his reindeer barreling out the door. "Suddenly, Grandma realized this was a sleigh bar."