Pearls Before Swine by Stephan Pastis for February 08, 2014

Which wine goes best with pickled brains?

After the first bottle all wines taste good.

Larry is no longer up to the task! Maybe we could help out….

@dukedoug – “By the ears…”

I took a bartending course one time . . . The homework darn near killed me . . .

Will Steph’s next routine show Larry as “A friend of Bill W.” ?!?

You made me look it up! Good one!!

Crocs! Crocs! Crocs!!!!!

Would a cunning linguist be able to tell me?I’m all ears.

Larry! You ees trie RUM nexxt! Rum eveen gooder than wine!

Larry is on to my plans for tonight.Bottle of wine and Call of Duty Ghosts.Look out world of online games.You heard of Drunken Monkey styleMeet Drunken SpecOps style.

[Later, as Larry reads about professional wine tasters…]“What ess ‘swish and speet’?”

I hadn’t thought about that. This arc must have been drawn a while back, and just now published.

is that her hair or a beavers nest?

The University of California drinking song: The steward went below. (Shhh!)To light the captain’s lamp. (Shhh!)The lamp it would not light. (Why not?)Because the wick was damp. (Oh!)The captain went below. (Shhh!)To kick the steward’s… (Shhh!)He said, “So fire it up you son-of-a-bitch,The Golden Gate is passed!”

(singing start)

Oh, they had a little party down in Newport;There was Harry, there was Mary, there was Grace.Oh, they had a little party down in Newport,And they had to carry Harry from the place.Oh, they had to carry Harry to the ferry,And the ferry carried Harry to the shore;And the reason that they had to carry Harry to the ferryWas that Harry couldn’t carry any more.For California, for California,The hills send back the cry,We’re out to do or die,For California, for California,We’ll win the game or know the reason why.And when the game is over, we will buy a keg of booze,And drink to California ‘till we wobble in our shoes.So drink, tra la la,Drink, tra la la,Drink, drank, drunk last night,Drunk the night before;Gonna get drunk tonightLike I never got drunk before;For when I’m drunk, I’m as happy as can beFor I am member of the Souse family.Now the Souse family is the best familyThat ever came over from old Germany.There’s the Highland Dutch, and the Lowland Dutch,The Rotterdam Dutch, and the Irish.Sing glorious, victorious,One keg of beer for the four of us.Sing glory be to God that there are no more of us,For one of us could drink it all alone. Damn near.Here’s to the Irish, dead drunk. The lucky stiffs….

I’ve gotten deleted before for saying an euphe mism for cat. I even had the "s"’s represented as ##. happens to the best of us. All I can say is Thanks GC for allowing me to continue to post. Some might complain about them, but their moderator has a difficult job.

Currently at work, just read the transcript, can’t wait to get home and watch it. Thanks bpshand.

[HIC!] “I don’t half a drunking problem …”— Larry, presumably

(Actually saw this online a while back.)

Good one.

At first, my eyes did not interpret that as a table with wine spilled. They instead saw it as the floor with a pool of blood and a leg sticking out of it. The empty bottles and scrawled message further made it look like a very, very disturbing murder scene….

the line goes from the “d”. how could he wright a period if he was unconscious?