Pickles by Brian Crane for January 03, 2025

Wait! That spittoon was your mom’s funeral urn?!! But it makes such a great spittoon!

Earl just stepped in it again!

My mother always said that her father always said “chest your cards and don’t get between grandpaw and the spittoon”. I was considerably off-put when she explained what a spittoon was.

Happy New Year is over already.

Sometimes Earl’s best bet is to never say anything. Let her stew.

Opal’s mama was a ’baccy chewin moll!!

Her mother wasn’t worth spit.

Urn?

That wasn’t a spittoon, it was a lugey bucket !

That wasn’t a spittoon, it was her shaving basin !!!

Well, now it is a splittoon!

New Year, same stuff!

Isn’t a ‘spit toon’ a particularly nasty partisan editorial cartoon?

Keep your mouth shut Earl, it might take her a good while to notice, and you can blame it on the cat!

Earl. (￣▽￣)

It was her chamber pot.

Look on the bright side, Opal. Now you have a good reason!

Let’s hope it was just a nice urn shaped vase or something.

Never mind……. I don’t wanna KNOW

Thank you, Pickles, for the laugh of the day! Very funny!

He’s going to urn some righteous wrath for that

I somehow acquired my grandfather’s old spitoons when he died. One was brass and the other porcelain (They’d been cleaned before I got them!). I stored them at my parents’ house and forgot about them.

I found them again when we went through things before selling the house after Mom died. I jokingly asked the furniture appraiser what he thought they were worth and was shocked at the value – particularly the old porcelain one, which turned out to be an antique chamber pot.

When I was a kid there was an older lady Mrs. Smith who dipped . She would sit in her rocking chair and on the fordward rock spit in a coffee can full of paper towels. I never seen her miss. I got stung on the forehaed by a bumble bee and she took her dip out of her mouth put it in a kellnex and put it on the sting. I worked but it also grossed me out.

Now she’s really upset!

Urn your keep! My father was an A$$ when he died he was just an ash.

Only Mammy Yokum used a spitoon! LOL

Opal’s mom’s spittoon was a lady’s “cuspidor”.

(It really WAS a spittoon. We put her ashes in it to save money.)

Wrong end, Earl; it was a chamber pot.

Her mom’s urinary wicking device. I’m surprised they kept it around after she passed – unless …….

You just dump chamber-pot contents out the window … wisdom of the 17th century English.

Just make up the couch for tonight, Earl.

Now I’m wondering what happened to the two brass spittoons Dad had by the rec room bar. Gotta call my Brother after lunch….

Anyone know what a Redneck Spitoon is? Right! It’s a used styrofoam coffee cup!

’twas the beloved chamberpot…the night depository of the family matriarch.

It was a 17th Century bedpan.

so… you mean… for all these years… I’ve been………!

Spit happens.

A spittoon is not a chamber pot but a chamber pot can be a spittoon can’t it?

You told me to give up smoking, so I went to chew.

“That what I used it for.”

My Alabama grandma dipped snuff. It was quite an experience for us Ohio townie girls visiting the farm 4 times a year. Riding the pony, churning butter, plucking the freshly killed chicken, shelling peas… And using an outhouse! Chamber pots under the bed for nighttime. We felt so special if we were the one sleeping with Grandma that night.