Trust me! We got no where to go but up!

Episode 17 of the ongoing series. The New Yorker keeps making the cartoons available, and I just keep cranking out my captions. And then sharing the latest batch of six. You can find the 16 previous half dozens in the Literary Lyricism archives. As well as the Arts-A-Poppin’ archives.

Big dog? Little bun? Now that’s hot!

We’ve tried Barney and Friends, Housewives Reunions, Fox News, nothing works: he can’t tell he’s already here.

I knew before we hit the air bags.

The ringmaster’s head is no substitute for dental floss!

No! No! That’s not it! Honestly, people, don’t you know the shape of water?