The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for September 20, 2015

It’s veritable Dishpan Alley.

Just don’t rub them the wrong way and they’ll take a shine to you.

He’s going to dish the dirt.

I’m gonna wash the pan right outta my town….

And there’s the golden-hearted cup-without-a-saucy!

Those plates sure can dish the dirt.

Hey everybody…..the new sheriff is a (train whistle blows)

Soaps up!

I guess this gag’ll wash.

Just let those words SINK in for a moment.

Is that a dish fan?

Mere plateitudes. Bristling won’t do it. Those guys are the dirtiest, crustiest bunch in the cupboard. It’s obvious that no one has licked them yet.

Don’t make fun of his hat, it really makes him bristle.

He knows how to handle those guns.

Dang it… well, Miss Kitty, you shore got a nice outfit!

Now comes the brush with death.

Some look more like clock faces than dishes. Ah well – if need be I suspect he could clean their clocks anyway.

If they don’t like it they can meet at the Oral B Corral.