Pickles by Brian Crane for February 09, 2017

Too much information, Earl!

So what you’re saying, Earl, is “where we’re going we don’t need…roads”.

Old age – not for sissies, lol.

Can’t afford Preparation H®?

Dream big, Earl.

And if we could afford gasoline.

Born to be Mild

There’s a comical old cure for the big H, but it can’t be told here.

Having humongous hemorrhoids, hurts hurtling his Harley happily down the highway.

Yuck, I just ate my breakfast.

Just use a small softly inflated inner tube under your Butt. I have used a riding mower front tire tube, or you can use one for a hand truck tire. Works great,better than the junk they sell or the doctors give you. Oh,just make sure you point the valve stem in the right direction, preferably down toward the seat. Ya don’t need any rude surprises ! Live to Ride-Ride to Live!

I know the feeling(s)

I smile at my other comics, and occasionally chuckle at an editorial cartoon, but the first out loud guffaw every day comes with the fourth panel of Pickles…..does that mean I am old and can relate? You betcha!

If I Only Had a Match, Written By: Arthur Johnston, George W. Meyer and Lee Morris © 1941.

I sold my Harley when I turned 67, still kinda miss it.

Why do OAPs always describe their medical conditions in full detail?

Save it for your doctor, Earl!

xxx

@Number Three — That sounds like the lone woman in our retirees’ coffee club: “Why do we always end up talking about prostates?”