Pickles by Brian Crane for August 13, 2024

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    Ratkin Premium Member about 2 months ago

    My mom liked to paint. She was okay, I guess. She was painting an oil of a harbor scene and one day my dad, who was an excellent sketch artist in charcoal, “touched up” her painting when she wasn’t around. Only he was severely color blind and used clashing colors. She about killed him.

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    yadda, yadda, yadda⠄⠄⠄

    where’s Roscoe?

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    Cat Next Door  about 2 months ago

    LOL !

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    iggyman  about 2 months ago

    Clean it up quick, Roscoe might like “soul food”!

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    Argythree  about 2 months ago

    Nice of him to volunteer some help…

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    pschearer Premium Member about 2 months ago

    “The Reverend Henry Ward Beecher / called the hen an elegant creature. / [something something something involving the laying of an egg] / And thus did the hen reward Beecher.

    I leave it to the reader as an exercise to look up the part I did not memorize.

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    win.45mag  about 2 months ago

    Maybe holding the palette level would stop the mess. I’m just sayin’.

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    cmerb  about 2 months ago

    And just where has the precious Roscoe been ?

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    Doug K  about 2 months ago

    Where is your soul dripping?

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    Slowly, he turned...  about 2 months ago

    The only time I dropped a bit of my soul on the floor, it involved a woman…

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    WaitingMan  about 2 months ago

    “I’ve suffered for my art. Now it’s your turn.”

    Marshall Crenshaw

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    Zebrastripes  about 2 months ago

    Oy! Earl! That went right over your head…..

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    1953Baby  about 2 months ago

    It’s called “performance art,” Earl. . .

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    ANIMAL  about 2 months ago

    She must LOVE having a critic breathing down her neck…..

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    Munch  about 2 months ago

    Don’t get your soul in the dripped paint Opal.

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    EMGULS79  about 2 months ago

    Now the carpet is “abstract.” (Could be worth millions in the hands of a patron who’s gullible enough!)

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    JudithStocker Premium Member about 2 months ago

    According to some societies, Opal was supposed to give all that “culture” stuff (like painting,literature, etc) when she married Earl so she was supposed to live “just for him” and not have any life at all. Believe me, this is what some circles in this country think!

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    elgrecousa Premium Member about 2 months ago

    How on earth did Opal get to be so literate all of a sudden?

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    wndflower1  about 2 months ago

    hey rockie—- watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat!!! (2 eggs) ooops- wrong hat!

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    zeexenon  about 2 months ago

    She may have several unopened boxes of them.

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    wildlandwaters  about 2 months ago

    evidently there’s a whole lotta confused, conflicted artists out there then…

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    magicwalnut Premium Member about 2 months ago

    Tee Hee!

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    Chris Sherlock  about 2 months ago

    Opal needs a bucket of water to wash off her paint brush, like Bob Ross used to have.

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    hubbard3188  about 2 months ago

    Now a good studio has a rough wooden floor, and the spills and smears are art all by themselves.

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    Strawberry King  about 2 months ago

    Don’t sweat it, Opal. I’m sure Bob Ross had this problem too.

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    CleverHans Premium Member about 2 months ago

    “This is the sound of my soul (drip drip drip)…”

    - Spandau Ballet

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