Pickles by Brian Crane for May 20, 2010

Grampa never got past the 1940’s.

You’re confusing him even more Earl.

Now he’s got to figure out whippersnapper! Easy with him, Earl!

Mairzy doats and doazy doats? .I love it! Poor Nelson…..

You’re the cat’s pajamas, Earl.

ramma lamma ding dong….

Who put the ram in the ramma lamma ding dong ?

Oh goodness… again, too much for my poor brain to handle…. :P

Keep it going folks; LOL

a great one today

Earl The Mentor…??…??

This leads to a pet peeve: The word “dude”. When I was growing up, dude was an insult. It refered to an ignorant city slicker.

What we need here are the replay of some old Roy Rogers Movies - with Gabby Hayes. Yer ‘darn’ Tootin, Roy.

I love it, Earl.

Don’t go messing with the lingo RUG RAT…

Mares eat oats, does eat oats, and little lambs eat ivy.

The LINGO???

Hey! Do not mess with my own words!

“Northwoodser said,

Mares eat oats, does eat oats, and little lambs eat ivy.”

A kid’ll eat ivy too, wouldn’t you?

I like the authentic frontier gibberish of Gabby Johnson (Blazing Saddles).

Jed Clampett used to say, “well doggies!”

Earl & Nelson are like 2 peas in a pod.

“23 skidoo,” way to go grampa!

Schzamm!

My Mom used to sing Mares Eat Oats all the time. She was a WW II veteran.

Maizing now that you mention it, so did mine. Gee, I had forgotten all about that! She was a Lt. in the Army Nurse Corps.

fiddle-sticks

Bob’s your uncle!

Just who is this Ivy?

“and Charlie’s your aunt” ottd!