Pickles by Brian Crane for August 11, 2023

Earl you probably have told her the story. Opal just didn’t think it was funny.

Opal is a real b*ll buster!

Hilarity appears to be a rarity in the Pickle’s household.

Muffin looks pleased.

Way to set him up… wait for it… and THEN knock him down. Perfect comic (or sadistic) timing.

“Hee, Hee, Hee!” doesn’t seem strong enough be be called a chortle.

ok everyone, it’s admiration friday- time to take a day and admire all you’ve done this week

Opal’s just asking to hear it again… She doesn’t want to hear it, but that answer is almost certain to provoke a re-telling.

I can feel Earl’s pain. I am one of those people where good jokes go to die. I guess you needed to have been there.

Glad to see both of them back in their regular clothes again…

This made me laugh.

Men laugh at men jokes. Women give you a dumb founded look. Same for men with women jokes.

OK ! ??? I give , just where has the precious Roscoe been ??

Hilarity is in the eye of the beholder

Opal is humorless.

Opal does a lot of slicing and dicing and not all in the kitchen.

Hey, have y’all heard the one about . . . Yeah, you probably have. Never mind.

OUCH..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A pirate and a parrot walk into a bar—————-

Atta girl……

Ooooo ….cutting!

Love Muffin’s snarky reactions.

Oh burn

Tell her the story, Earl.

Ergo, that tells all, she has no sense of humor.

That is a good way to filter them out.

Maybe Opal laughed the first time she heard it, long ago. The next 18 times were less funny.

This is a real quote from my wife: I’m not going to laugh at your stupid jokes like Max does.

If it didn’t happen within the last week, they have already heard the story.

Earl, it’s better to tell Clyde the dirty jokes and Nelson the clean jokes. You got more chance of getting a laugh out Roscoe than Opal. She was raised in a sour kraut patch and fed onions.

I had lunch at an outdoor deli today with a friend. A couple came in with a golden retriever. I asked if I could see their dog, and they said yes. His name is Wesley. I petted him for a bit, then went back to my table. When they left, Wesley came over especially to say goodbye to me and get more pets. That is likely to get more smiles than Earl’s joke that he didn’t tell. (There were no other people on the outdoor patio.)

You had to be there.

CHORTLING???