Pickles by Brian Crane for October 03, 2011

He slickered Nelson again.

Much more likely to get a slobbery doggy kiss.

My red-headed, fair skined family members have nice beards.

My Cherokee brother couldn’t manage it until his late 20’s. My Norse better half grew one his Junior year in High school on a dare. Still has it. Mmmmmm.

Poor Nelson!

When I was Nelson’s age, my uncle, who sported a bushy moustache, told me told me to put chicken “manure” (not his word) on my lip in order to grow one. I was wise to him. Years later, when I was dating, he recanted and said something else would make me grow hair on my upper lip. Can’t say here what he told me it was! I can still hear my Grandma hollering at him!

Why do people make up such dumb stories to tell kids? Just tell them the truth!!

Earl is my hero. hehehe

Roscoe looks like he’s waiting to lick Nelson’s face.

I don’t recall my grandfather being anything like Earl. Too bad, really.

Brfore it was bacon grease it was the’ Hair of his chinny-chin-chin ’

When my 5 year-old twin (female) cousins were visiting from Nebraska, they asked my dad how he got his arms so hairy. He explained, very seriously, that he watered his arms every day. They watered their arms every morning for 2 weeks and were quite disappointed that their arms did not match those of my father.

Seems like the Vikings are usually portrayed with some serious facial fur. They probably didn’t have time to shave…

Awwwwwww, That is SO cute.

Trust Earl to tell him that.

LOL LOL xxx

Some kids are just born with them. Imagine the expressions in the delivery room.

I’d just give him a pair of Groucho Marx glasses, you can find them in practical joke kits.

Interesting..Opal must be like my mom.

She always had a can of bacon grease sitting

on the stove…never used it…just sat on the stove.

@john abramsadd Chinese to that – my husband didn’t start shaving till his late 20s, and and not much to shave off even then. I never liked hairy guys anyway.

Tricorvus: Cherokee adapted to white culture rather quickly, in technology or spouses. However, language and clothing held out the longest. There is a miniature portrait of Sam Houston (Cherokee by adoption and once both ambassador to and from the United States and Cherokee nation simultaneously) in the San Jacinto museum in Cherokee clothing – the curatorial idiots labeled it as going to a masquerade party! Like most southeastern tribes, they preferred turbans to hats. The costume was abandoned in the 1880s and the language is now on life support, but still extant. Thanks to Sequoyah’s syllabary, at the time of the Trail of Tears, the “ignorant savages” Cherokee had an adult literacy rate of 90% while whites were around 30%. There were printing presses in three wagons on the Trail, for the Cherokee Phoenix: two columns in Cherokee and three of the same thing in English – one squiggle, one syllable takes up less space than one squiggle, one phoneme.

When I was a little kid I made a real faux pas: I said to my aunt, “Oh, you have a mustache.”

thats something my brother would do, but hed lick the bacon grease off his lip