World War Ii Whimsy Prints

"Hurry up Ted, or are you going to spend all day in that bunker?"

Sir Winston Churchill

The Jerry Scarer

Golfers forming the raising the flag on Iwo Jima.

Alexei Kosygin

My corn is undercooked. It hasn't even popped!

Uses for Deactivated Missiles: Objects d'Art

"How long have you had this nightmare of being shot down by a beagle on a flying doghouse, Herr Von Richthofen?"

Golf war: 'Fore!'

"It's not that important, Mamma. It's more like I got promoted to be Mr. Feinschreiber's assistant in the shipping department."

'Rabbit Leader here, No, you may NOT return to base because your sock keeps botching up,'

Rage-Tweeting Impeachment

'No doubt about it - he'd make a lovely Home Guard dog!'

"This will destroy what's left of your reputation!"

"Hitler's first name? I think it was 'Heil' Miss."

"Fix it so it'll stream out behind, Pierre. I've been assigned to a motorcycle detail."

1964, The height of the Cold War. In an average community surrounding a little-known biological warfare institute, the obesity epidemic is quietly unleashed.

Hit Or Missler Gun

Koko and Yum Yum

New Hospital Train- Stretchers Suspended by Rubber Bands

What's your question for "Ask Sadie"? How do I tell my wife I'm not who she thinks I am? Excellent questions. It reminds me of the time I palled around with a homely lady back in the '50s. She was one heck of a dancer, but she was secretive guarded. The more I pried into her secrets, the more paranoid she grew. "Somebody's spying on me," she said. "It could be anyone." ... I read that in her diary. If you ask me, that Jo McCarthy was a real basket case. Um ... What did I call you about?

Welcome to Family Day Open House 1st Armoured Division: 'Careful you don't break anything.'

"Er – may you?

The Arms race heats up again. . .

"Good news. We're the hundredth caller."

ISIS Plans Ahead

Rudy, you can't meet with the Russians. It'll be a disaster of epic proportions. How so? What could possibly go wrong? There are always unintended consequences with Russia. It was summer of 1988. I was a teenager on a one-man goodwill tour across the Soviet Union. Just me, my Harley and my leather jacket ... that is, until I visited the Kremlin. Let's just say I rode the last few thousand miles of that journey with a beautiful older blonde named Irina clinging to my back. Her father Mikhail was

'This one is for blaming any tactical mistakes on 'the fog of war'.'

The Winston Churchill of Election DenialIsm

Passive Resistance Comics

American Barb Trowsers

Mall Santa

Spot and Ginger know exactly whats going on... Their absence has been discovered.

Can't Win For Losing

Fate Meets Fatima in Fallujah