My Cartoon Collection (#10)

Yup, this cartoon makes my joke collection and my cartoon collection. One of my favorite lines, evah!

Two guys. One is a restaurant patron holding a menu and the other is an annoyed waiter. The waiter says, “That filet is for ladies.”

If you crave to know my extensive thoughts on this, see my previous post called My Joke Collection (#9). Bon appétit!

Go see lots of Charles Barsotti's cartoons on this New Yorker page or buy stuff with this cartoon on it.

Comments

Rick Rockhill said…
can I just tell you, I love your cartoon collection series. great stuff.
July 02, 2007
P.L. Frederick said…
Why, yes. Yes you may, kind sir.

As you note, Small and Big links to only the finest cartoons that I have not created. Genius by association, I always say.

May I say that your debonair martini sipping personal icon here has classied up the joint?
July 02, 2007
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