Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for October 04, 2013

Myrtle will just have to buy a jar for herself.

Tony’s pickles realize the end is near, poor dears!

Is that you, Aunt Bee?

Since you are a brand new member according to your profile, then you perhaps don’t understand the rules (written ) and the custom ( unwritten ) of this and several other sites on GoComics. Please read my reply to you on AC as I hate repeating myself.

Poor Tony. That stretch he did in the State Pen did little to improve his food insecurities. Myrtle doesn’t realize the memories she is triggering in his torn psyche. She’d best be careful of that fork in his left hand, lest she find it embedded in hers, should she reach again for that pickle jar.

It’s hear for me to believe that everyone is tip-toeing around the obvious joke…

That would not happen in my house. Pickles are all mine, mine I tell you, MINE!!!!!Bahhahahahahah.I do love a good kosher dill.

I just love the looks on each of their faces in this one.

“No pickles for you!”

You can summon Tony by saying “Pickle Juice” three times.

….that is a dilly of a story….yeah, I know….

True, some men have been thru so much that they find it difficult to share their pickles.

It IS up to a woman

to carefully lead handle it

carefully

because any aggression could get a reaction

from that fork

Oh my goodness, such a vitriolic answer! Perhaps this is not the forum for you. We all chat about a lot of things, often not about the comic at all. You see, we are a family.

LOLOL! Like Garfield, sometimes I think I resemble that expression!

is “pickles” a euphemism for something shaped the same?

Strumming your what? I had you down as a Strat strummer.

This site is open to both comments about the strips and personal responses. In my case, I suffer from agoraphobia and hate mixing with people. I despise things like Face Book….this my social life and so far, it’s good.

@Redkaycei Repoc

Meet you down there Red. I will join you in a large Glenfiddich, since Fenton seem s to be temporarily out of Redbreast Irish and I refuse to drink the “other” stuff unless it’s the 20 year old.You’re too young to remember how to do The Stroll. Ah, the days of Philadelphia Bandstand ( before it morphed into American Bandstand ).

In the interest of fairness, I self-edited a snarky comment. However, I reserve the right to revisit that, should trollery ( new word ) continue to occur.*

You misunderstand. This is not reality but a community..What we say here can be genuine or imaginary, but we can tell the difference.

Checking in …..

Gotta leave again soon…. back later….

BTW Fenton comes in about six….. This afternoon we have Antonio.

He doesn’t brook any nonsense about whether or not he is real…..

Have to say to Shep4U….

We’re grown-ups here….. physically…. well…. most of us, anyway.

We mostly know what is real and what is not.

We have a monkey for a Sheriff… we elected him.An impeccably dressed dog, a tall handsome boxer named Fenton, for a night bartender, and while he’s naturally reserved, as boxers are, he’s everybody’s friend. On his nights off (Tuesday and Thursday) some adorable tiny monkeys work instead, with an off-duty fireman to help them on Thursday nights.I drive a car that’s half hound dog, genetically. His name is Elvis.And we have various jobs, homes, friends and relationships. These things are real while we are on Ballard Street.

Whether or not they’re real to us when we’re NOT on Ballard Street…..or to you, on or off Ballard Street….well….reality is in the eye of the beholder.We get to choose what to believe or not believe.

Off Ballard Street, even outside Ballard County….I talk to, and/or e-mail, quite a few of the posters here …..They’re real, and some have become very good friends. In real life.If some people here are …. let’s just say…. “over-pretending”…. (cos it’s not a lie in a magical place where imagination and fantasy hold sway….)what difference does it make?Especially to you.

No one is stepping off the screen to borrow my money, take out my appendix, or even pour me a drink, unless our friendship, and our knowledge of each other has extended beyond this forum…. we’re not stupid.

I’ve talked to you elsewhere, and you seem like a nice person….you are welcome to visit Ballard County…as is everybody, of course….if you don’t like our extended world, skip those comments….But we love it here.

And because I got a dividend check today, first round is on me!

Exchanging banalities is what we do on Ballard Streat.

Hi Ballard Dears!Tony thinks that Myrtle has handled his pickles once too much. Look out for that fork Myrt.

HAPPY, until I read your comment, I thought this strip was about pickled cucumbers. Who would have guessed anything else?

SUSAN, as a newer member of Ballard Street, I can say that I have made some great friends here, and hope to get to know people here both as whimsical residents of Ballard County, or the genuine real folks behind these avatars. This is my 7th year on GoComics. There are many who have known each other longer, from all walks of life and parts of the world. I love it here, and consider it one of my many communities.

PCOLLI, I am glad you feel at home here. We are all in many ways unique people who trust our instincts to separate predatory cyber criminals from genuine fun loving folk.

BEV, while you are attending to SUSAN’S appendix, do you need a Doulton appendix dish and sterling silver appendix tongs? I have some at my “Keeping Up Appearances” carriage trade emporium.

You have me hooked on that show BEV and DRY. I watched three episodes in a row. I meant to tell you (I kid you not) that I met Michael Doulton while he signed figurines at the store. I was assigned to pour tea for him from a Silver teapot into a Royal Doulton teacup. No kidding. I have a signed figurine from him. Hyacinth would be green with envy if she knew.

Get well soon TWINKLY LIGHTS.

RED, that was YOU playing such beautiful music? I thought it must be. I was sitting on a balcony of the Chalet when those dulcet notes wafted by on the autumn breeze.

Apropos if nothing, low tide…

Im going on a late Toon-Tour.Back later.Will someone please poor me an Arnold Palmer?

HI AND BYE!

WHERE THE HECK IS SUSAN? THE DRIVING FORCE BEHIND US. 5 hours ago, and I am here, and leaving, gotta try to keep my sleep schedule! Hopefully the above, and not the below!

Susan is going to be sooo surprised. Is there such a thing – barring accidents and what-have-you – as a surprise surgery ? I mean, I can just picture us all in surgical scrubs and mask hollering at Susan : SURPRISE !

OOHH! SUSAN is going to be so surprised! LING, you give the signal when she arrives.BEV, does Fenton mind working with Antonio? I sitting behind the bar next to Antonio and I hear a low rumbling sound. Antonio, are you purring, or is Fenton growling? Or am I just hungry?Mmm. A yak rib sure would hit the spot. Would my gnawing on a rib be distracting to you during surgery BEV?

Oh, my heavens! I hope the pickle is not going to be subjected to surgery. I have created very artistic versions but they are of little use when disembodied. I can only admire them and indeed have never seen a pickle . . . quite

nevermind.

I think I’ll just put a drink in my mouth and shut up. Fenton, my usual Kahlua with brandy (don’t even care if it’s Presidente tonight) and I’ll go up to my bath. The weather has been so delightful; I’ve not turned on anything since the equinox. Just modulating doors and windows suffices. I must get busy over at that other chat.

Should I bring some pickle forks with the pickle dishes BEV?I have Damask napkins and a linen table cloth for the bar. Or will you do the surgery in a booth?

The appendix is on the right side. Her right, not yours. I hope you are not dyslexic like I am. I always get the right mixed up with my left.

HAPPY, I er, don’t know what to say…all my talk about pickle forks…I mean…I think we are talking about two different things. Right?

That is an impressive CUTlery set HAPPY. I’d keep them under the napkins until SUSAN’s had a few ’nanner daks. Unless you think that if she faints BEV could start right away?

Has LING left already? I thought he was keeping an eye on me. He must be resting it for tomorrow. That patch is dashing. I hope he wears it for special occasions.

TWINKLY LIGHTS, you have done well to try to get caught up on the whirlwind events here. We all got back safely from Ecuador, although we lost MUNKY for a while. Good to see you here, if a little groggy.

How about this guy.Hes on loan fron anger management. People do tend to get quiet when he is around…

i just realized that I’m going to sleep at the switch.i think im going to half to pull my plug and get to sleep.someone throw BunLion a couple of leftover yak ribs, and ill collect him in the morning.just don’t let him hang around during the “procedure”.

night all

Radar on TV shows a Thunderstorm headed my way, so I won’t make the turn, I guess… G’Night Bev, and all other BallardDears….…probably ought to locate a flashlight….

YIKES!!

MONKEY! MONKEY, hide me! Hide me… quick!

Not up there…. I’m scared of heights…..wait… I’ll do it…..

hellllp!

Okay BEV. I’ve got her. Hold still SUSAN. BEV has been practicing on a pumpkin. (Nice jack-o-lantern, don’t you think? And no appendix!)

BEV, shall I turn up the music? Antonio! Fenton! Leave the lion-bunny alone!Oh! He’s scaring you?(Someone throw him another yak rib or two)..

BEV! You can’t leave now, in the middle of surgery. SUSAN, get back here. We’re not finished yet.

I used to watch “Life in the ER” I want to be your surgical nurse..pleasepleaseplease! I won’t faint PROMISE!!!!!

Good night HAPPY. Looks like surgery was cancelled. There must have been an emergency somewhere. Hope TWINKLY is alright in the storm….

I could keep on trying to find the right one as Ling and pcolli kindly suggested, but in real life I can’t do that. Now that many – even politicians post that kind of thing online I don’t have to date in order to search for the right shape pickle.There are WORSE things I could do

Naughty!

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Good morning Balladeers and Tigressy!