Brevity by Dan Thompson for August 14, 2016
August 13, 2016
August 15, 2016
Transcript:
Pickle: You talking to me, vlasic? Pickle Thought: Each night when I return the cab to the garage, I have to clean the brine off the seat. Pickle Reflection: In jars, in a relish, supermarkets, stores, everywhere. There's no escape. I'm God's vinegar-soaked cucumber.
bubujin_2 Premium Member over 8 years ago
Was his reality jarred?
jrfranks over 8 years ago
Hmm…something here is not quite kosher…
ars731 over 8 years ago
someday an right rain will wash all the brine out of the streets
Al Nala over 8 years ago
He’s a really Sour Puss.
Dimples82 over 8 years ago
And he wears his gun backwards….