Pickles by Brian Crane for August 04, 2018

Earl the gambler.

WHATAGUY!

Well, at least whatever Earl is eating wasn’t living in the fridge according to Alfred Yankovic.

My husband.

Time will show the wiser (course, that is.)

I just ask my wife to smell it, if she passes it I eat it. If she doesn’t remember it I don’t.

It’s the fourteen year old box of baking soda that’s so old that the box is gone but the baking soda itself is just a brick.

Well Earl learn to put labels with dates on things !

And you guys laugh at Eno and Fang over at “The duplex”….

Earl has the same eating habits as any dog. Satchel from Get Fuzzy comes to mind.

Sounds like Famous Last Words to me!

It’s like a 50’s horror movie: “It Came From The Back of The Fridge!”

Started a new regimen for the fridg’ at work. All science experiments will be removed weekly.

If it’s green and not salad related, it might be final words…

If it isn’t fuzzy and doesn’t move . . .

When in doubt, throw it out!

“You don’t know if it’s meat. Or if it’s cake. It’s meatcake!” – George Carlin

My wife cringes at some of the leftover stuff that I will eat. She won’t eat leftovers more than a day old.

Me, I’ll eat anything, so long as it’s if it’s not blue and fuzzy, slimy, stinky ( with the exception of good cheese ), or crawling around in the fridge !

This sounds like a topic for Wiley Miller and the Last Words Cemetery.

It’s just like a pile of dirty clothes, you dig and smell and take the best.

Ever had anyone take a sip or a bite of something and say “this tastes like s+*t!” and hand it to you to try? :D