Pickles by Brian Crane for March 31, 2021

At least she didn’t call you Roscoe this time!

Welcome to another edition of “Armchair Theater.”

How are you doing, Earl? “Sofa, so good!”

It’s like that one kind of monkey trap: it’s bell shaped, but the opening — rigged with some kind of bait, like a mango — is as big as the monkey’s closed hand.

Spouse watches the TV. I sit in the same room with my headphones on, typing in this little box (right now) or reading or playing solitaire. I’d be perfectly happy if we still had to get up and walk across the room to (turn it off, by preference)…

It got me to wondering just how the heck the TV can sense the infrared remotes signal from inside the sofa if it’s blocked like that ?

Hard to eat a sandwich with one hand I would think!

When the dustbin is out, Earl is the funniest thing in the house .

What happens when Earl has to respond to the call of nature?

“Have you tried using the remote to get your own sandwich?”

Earl may need to join Life Alert®. “My remote has fallen, I’m stuck, and I can’t get up.”

Let go Earl, just let go.

It’s time for the grandson, with his little arms, to appear!

My Dish network remote works from another room. I don’t know why you would want that?

Sooooooo……. basically she’s useless, and he’s helpless.

RF not IR

LMAO

There’s lazy and then there’s Earl

I think he just wants a sandwich.

Hold the coffee though.. and can you bring one of your large canning jars, and I may need help with the zipper.

First chuckle of the day. Thank you Mr Crane :D

Let go of the remote Earl and your arm will me unstuck. Earl: No thanks.

So, Earl, you’ve forgotten about your prostate already?

Just a moment, I’ll bring our chainsaw.

Adapting to change is a good thing.

Wouldn’t bringing a sandwich be helping?

Priorities. He has them.

Every day I identify with Earl a little bit more.