Pickles by Brian Crane for July 10, 2024

That five o’clock shadow sure makes the battleaxe grumpy

It’s not the shadow, it’s the showing.

What is Earl going to do with sweatpants, I’m almost sorry I asked

then, can we discuss your body odor?

Hopefully her whiskers aren’t on his sweatpants when he finds them!

Sorry, Earl. I got ’em on.

Bet you’re tired from jumping to conclusions, Opal!

OK, Opal. Then let’s talk about your lack of pupils.

She kind of looks like that blind Shaolin priest on Kung Fu.

There are some times when you just need to leave your loved one alone

“Yes, Eartl, your sweatpants are in the laundry. I used them to wipe off my face after I shaved my whiskers.”

Surprised Earl didn’t try to recruit Nelson for the dangerous mission! Nelson probably knew better and took Roscoe away from the blast zone.

Ñeed to get Opal a razor.

Wow – gettin’ lottsa mileage from that PEACH fuzz

A better punchline would have been him saying that her hair appears to be thinning.

Opal ran out of Nair Hair remover.

Earl’s keeping his distance. Opal’s a ticking time bomb!

Tweezers would clear that up, Opal!

Don’t have a hairy fit.

And there you have it………

Tsk,tsk opal….seems like u got a burr in yer britches when it come to yer beard…..

Just to delight, she shaved everything from her neck down.

Isn’t he wearing them?

They’re hanging in the closet; behind the sex toy bag…

Something weighing on your mind there Opal?