Pickles by Brian Crane for February 13, 2019

“And my body is always talking behind my back.”

Mine too, Earl.

My body didn’t use to be this whiny

My body ain’t talkin’. Based on experience of the last ten or fifteen years, I could break both my legs and not know about it until someone decided on a whim to x-ray me.

The body must be moved around daily … not monthly ;-)

at least Roscoe feels for you, Earl!

Finally someone speaks the truth!

The other day he was wanting to be seen as more of a superhero. Grandpa playing with grandkid in earnest, is superhero indeed.

Join the club!

Does not get any better!

I listen to my body, it says “ouch,ouch,ouch”!

“Let me hear your body talk, your body talk. . .”

I agree with Earl. My body talks to me. I just don’t like what it’s saying!

My body told me to get some donuts this morning…

Roscoe wants to go out. But who walks him?

Earl needs to start weightlifting. Seriously, get stronger dude!

Tell me about it!

I just remind myself, “It’s only pain. Lots and lots of pain.”

My body talks too. It sounds like a bowl of Rice Krispies.

Give Roscoe a pat and a rub and you’ll feel better, Earl.

222! Mr Crane hit a nerve today. (Sorry…home run)

Don’t play with a full Nelson.