Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for July 04, 2018

“Okay, okay. I’ll eat you with my hamburger if you insist.”

“Everybody’s gherkin for the weekend…”

The kosher garlic dills are in a cold war with the sweet hot pickles. It is being negotiated by the bread and butters.

And then the pickle brought a salad shooter to the fight. It was carnage! (Vegetatage?)

“…and they are such a happily married couple, too!”

Hey! Pickleball is the new fad sport. What’s wrong with having a hamburger while playing it?

This reminds me of an old TV show, “Johnny Jupiter,” that had one episode in which one couldn’t even say “juicy tidbit” without being censored.

That’s just wrong. You have to have a pickle on your burger!

So the Pickle People want to be eaten? I would not be offended by Space Aliens who didn’t want to eat humans.

I can see where it would be a big dill to the people on the Pickle Planet!!!

weren’t the cucumber people taken against their will? The garden plot thickens.

Okie dokie. Vlasic, Mount Olive, or Claussen’s?

Please. We don’t call them “pickles” anymore. They are fermented individuals.

Is that an Archie McPhee yodeling pickle? (Hey, that pickle profiling. I’m so offended!)

No kidding, right?

Cue the cumbers!

Dear God, we’ve infected the universe with the dreaded PC virus.

Forget it Brewster. There are some sentient beings who are capable of making a political/social statement out of ordering a grilled cheese sandwich.

What? You don’t like Pickles? Surely you’ve offended Brian Crane. Oh my.