Pickles by Brian Crane for November 19, 2017

I think that’s the nicest thing Earl has ever said.

Earl, that silver-tongued flatterer!

If this were in a synagogue, Opal’s dress would smell like turkey bacon. (Opal would then probably have to go to the dry cleaner’s on Monday to get rid of the smell.)

Open mouth, insert foot!

He could have said “…smell like a dead pig”.

My two favorite morning aromas are coffee brewing, and bacon frying.

Remember Opal, you’re in church…

Every Sunday when my wife and I go to noon Mass there is always the lingering scent of breakfast (bacon included) in her outfit. I almost snotted coffee through my nose when I read this strip.

Good thing they were in church when he said.

Eau de porcine.

And now a pause as Earl picks himself up off the floor.

I would take that as a compliment, Opal.

xxx

Can anyone say “dead meat”? because that’s what Earl is when Opal gets him home.

That’s not a very good thing to say to your wife, Earl