Okay, so a little background. A few weeks ago in Franklin, PA., there was a festival called APPLEFEST and my favorite Pickle vendor from the other strip was there. So I went and got 4 quarts of ranch pickles, feeling VERY satisfied that I hunted them down easily.
And, as I was leaving with my haul of goodness, I poop you not, one of the booths had music playing and Duran Duran’s “Hungry Like the Wolf” came on and I laughed. So, while I was talking with my friend, Azmaria, she suggested that if I drew the incident in the strip I should make myself a wolf. And since it’s October and Werewolfs are always fun to draw, here we are. :)
I like to drink pickle juice when I’m sick
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Picklesburgh, Pittsburgh, PA - July 2019
A celebration of all things pickled, some ridiculous, some gross, some sublime.
Life is a highway. A song that I usually crank up in the car. But honestly, it is a highway, littered with obstacles, reminiscent of Mel Gibson in Mad Max. We all handle issues differently. At my house, our kids go to their mom before they approach me. My wife is very gentle and understanding. When they come to me with some bonehead predicament, they know my usual response is “What were you thinking?” My biggest complaint with problems is when I have to call let’s say the cable company and I end up with someone and English is their second language and I can’t truly understand what their saying half of the time. I ask the person’s first name and it’s “Penchalaiah”. Excuse me I can’t pronounce it properly, so how do you spell it? It’s not pretty or pleasant every time I call them up. I just had a new obstacle on our highway of life recently. My family stopped in at a well-known sandwich chain which will remain nameless. We were eating in the store and my wife purchased a large pickle for her and my daughter to split. She asked one of the four sandwich makers across the glass if they would cut her pickle? They told her they wouldn’t cut her pickle. She said; “I bought the pickle, you have a knife right next to you on the cutting board, just slice it for me, please. Well everyone behind the counter told her they were not allowed to cut her pickle. It was a corporate policy. They are not allowed to cut or slice any of their pickles. (Was this a pickle safe space.) I haven’t seen my wife this angry in a long time. I remember giving my daughter the look that says "I think mom might jump this glass divider and throttle these guys. I can still remember my daughter in a soft voice saying; "It’s okay mom, It’s okay mom”. My wife was fuming all through our meal. I asked my lady love if she thought it would be out of line if I went up to the counter and bought a pickle and asked if they could make a relish with it for me? (Yes I got a death glare for that comment.) My wife has declared we will never eat at that chain again. To help make her feel better, later that day after the pickle crisis had calmed down I told her that she could have my pickle any way she wants it. I just hope she’s not asking to have it sliced.
it seems to me or do they really hate redheads and are they not about tolerance and racism?I’m already afraid that they will burn me at the stake, because I’m red-haired)
Brother says the world
is pickle. That if I try to
chew or swallow I’ll get
eaten. Brother has some
pointed holes in his palm
from where pickle tried to
eat him. Sister pulled him
out and got eaten herself.
Brother tells me over
that pickles are good,
if I soak them long in
kool-aid they won’t
break the enamel so fast,
but even that won’t stop
pickle from eating me, so
it’s safer to not try to eat
pickle at all. That’s what he
did wrong: dipped it in tropical
punch and followed the instructions
on the packet to destruction. Pickle
didn’t die because it wasn’t sweet enough.
Pickles from Neko Atsume has ADHD!
Requested by anon.
Part 2 of my fakemon, this time based on my cat Pickles!
life imitates art
Recipe by Ron Dollete
Recipe by Jeannette Greaves
1. *yelling* If you don’t get this cutoff right Elmo will be in you closet
2.Guy: YOU’RE A HOE
person: What? ‘guy’s name′ you cant call people that
Guy: NO I ment the gardening tool *now whispering* cause ya know you’re… never mind
3. FOR THE MOTHER LAND *soviet national anthem plays*
4. my aunt pooped out Taylor potato Swift
5. cover me in pickle juice and call me daddy
6. Ooohh you mean the guy with the Himalayan hairline
7. *in a very bad British accent* Aunt Jemima is queen
8. person1: how do vscos get in the Halloween spirit
person2: idk how?
person1: and I spoop spspspsp
person2: *slams head on desk*