Pickles by Brian Crane for March 09, 2018

“We,” you say, Earl? I’m sure that 240 came from you.

To the loading dock, Earl. Oh. Wait. That’s Chesney in the Ten Cats strip.

Earl, let it go.

Earl must have shed some brain cells, she left yesterday.

Didn’t the sister just basically leave… yesterday?

Only?

That’s a lot from a make out session…

Drop that toothpick like dropping the mic, Earl

And that dead skin becomes dust. The dust feeds dust mites.

And that dead skin becomes dust. The dust feeds dust mites.

Fake News!

That’s cold, even for you, Earl.

What a coincidence! My sister went on the ‘divorce diet’ twice, and lost about 240 pounds of ugly husband both times!