Pickles by Brian Crane for June 25, 2020

Or borrow Grampa’s cheaters.

“I’m using my fingers to finger for it!?”

just ask the dog to sniff for it

can an M&M last beyond the “five-second rule”?

Roscoe has found it by now.

Ask St. Anthony. It always works.

Anybody else here remember this little chant from when they were little? “Fore bumper, eye winker, tom tinker, nose smeller, mouth eater, chin chopper, gully-gully-gully-gully-gully!” (As the adult points in turn to the kid’s forehead, eye, other eye, nose, mouth, chin and throat.)

My finder is my wife. I look for an hour, she finds it in 3 seconds.

more than likely Earl’s sitting on it…

Nelson is it lost or still in the bag ?

“Lookers”…… “Finders”………. Whatever..! – JUST DON’T EAT IT…… FOR THE LOVE OF GOD..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My grandpa chanted this sort of thing in Swedish, so I have no idea what he was singing.

It’s like going fishing. I’d rather go catching.

I was helping my godson find green army men in his sandbox, and found two right off. He told me I was a “very good looker”.

Finders keepers. Lookers weepers.

Well, on next Poop Patrol, check what Roscoe left behind. And pray two things, it wasn’t a brown one, and he didn’t digest it.

NO

“Jeepers, Creepers, where’d you get those peepers?

Finders, peepers, lookers, weepers.

My spouse tells me that my finders are blinders. ’Strue: If I “know what it looks like” (and am wrong), I simply cannot see it in front of me.