WHY? Why on a platter, tea cup saucer OR in a bowl? What do you do with it then? I’d want my enemy’s head in the trash can, down at the curb so the smell wouldn’t pervade the house. You know how much Febreeze it takes to get that “newly severed head” smell out of the curtains?
A lot. I’m just sayin’…
I’d give my enemies’ entire bodies a good ol’ Walter White: Buy hydrofluoric acid and some plastic bins and dump the suckers in, allow to set for a few hours or until dissolved, then serve with Los Pollos Hermanos fat batter. Mm-mmm!
The phrase come from the biblical story of Salome and John the Baptist. The head was put on a platter so it could be seen by the assembled court of king Herod.
Back before photography, bodies where displayed to the public to demonstrate that an individual was in fact dead.
Sometimes I really wanna peek into your head and see how all those little how all those little cog wheels run.
Dribbling brain…? *ROFL*
That first sentence is sort of creepy, given the context.
So much description in just one word: splat.
Genius. I laughed so hard my cat ran away down the hall! Thanks, Adam.
Not that it matters, but in panel 1 did you mean to say: ”I* want his head on a platter”?
Grammatically, it doesn’t need a colon. Either: they “want his . . .” Or: guys say: “I want . . .” But who’s keeping score? Another great comic, Adam.
So that punch bowl puts the noggin in egg noggin?
Well played.
That’s what I was thinking!
LoL!!
Am I the only one surprized there were not glasses laying next to the head on the platter?
No.
I prefer: “I want his kidneys in a crock pot.”
Don’t some BBQ platters have spikes on which to stick the meat?
And why is it always a silver platter?
WHY? Why on a platter, tea cup saucer OR in a bowl? What do you do with it then? I’d want my enemy’s head in the trash can, down at the curb so the smell wouldn’t pervade the house. You know how much Febreeze it takes to get that “newly severed head” smell out of the curtains?
A lot. I’m just sayin’…
So I take it you’re not going in for the head on a pike in your front-lawn as a warning to other potential interlopers. ;P
I’d give my enemies’ entire bodies a good ol’ Walter White: Buy hydrofluoric acid and some plastic bins and dump the suckers in, allow to set for a few hours or until dissolved, then serve with Los Pollos Hermanos fat batter. Mm-mmm!
Bring me his head in a chafing dish.
The phrase come from the biblical story of Salome and John the Baptist. The head was put on a platter so it could be seen by the assembled court of king Herod.
Back before photography, bodies where displayed to the public to demonstrate that an individual was in fact dead.
Just binged on the Santa Clarita diet thus weekend. This would fit right in.