Dropped In
I like the little gherkins… the sweet little pickles on cocktail platters. B.B. wasn’t specific… but dill is probably in order.
I like the little gherkins… the sweet little pickles on cocktail platters. B.B. wasn’t specific… but dill is probably in order.
Peanut butter & bread & butter pickles sammich! :9
She’s not going to give birth there, is she?
Randie’s place is definitely too small for birth giving.
You know, with all of this going on, all Randie needs is for Max to show up and Grace to wander by carrying Twinkie and her misery would be complete.
All we need now is for B.B.’s water to break.
I love ALL pickles. Those sweet gherkins soon disappear when around me. Bread ‘n butter are great, as are all dills from baby to honkin’ huge.
Brig… you worked for the Mouse. When I was there, they sold those honkin’ dills on Tom Sawyer Island. And I mean they were two-hands HUGE; so big that one person couldn’t eat all of one without going into brine shock. (Yummy, yummy brine shock.) And only fifty cents. Where they still there when you worked D-Land?
William McDuff… Oh… um… ew.
Robert & Gramy… It’s a small place NO DOUBT! I wouldn’t recommend any birthing there, either! AND yah! haha… Max and Twinkie would be the ultimate worst! For the record, though… B.B. and Randie are friends… but not THE BEST of pals.
Yat… that would be a mess!
Pete… I KNOW these pickles! I worked on Main Street… and the Mercantile shop at the very top of Main Street had them in the big ol’ barrels! Yup… I do believe that the Mercantile is now a Starbucks… I’m guessing the pickles are gone. Sigh. Changing times.
I may have to skip my Squid fix till this story line is over. I just wanna smack those two upside the head with a wet tuna (not canned, but don’t push me, B.B.!) Randie–how could you let them do this to you??? These are not friends, they’re users! Learn the difference!
EofO… no-no… don’t skip… stuff is… well, you’ll need to see the… um. Just stay tooned!
Aw…you know I can’t really. But it’s about time BB gets some life lessons! That’s why I like Grace so much more–you know exactly who she is. BB is every faker who ever walked all over younger me, which of course Randie represents. Yeah, ummmm…a little personal.
Spoiler Alert!!! Well if I was writing this Fine Arts Comic rag….
I’m expecting Grace to volunteer for them to come to her place, but TWINKIE IS HERS, you can’t go home with him.
A Starbuck’s inside Disneyland? If ever there was a match made in hell …
Speaking of hell, I see Beebs made it. 😀 Poor Randie … life gets muddy when people see you as a door mat.
Grace isn’t inviting the freeloaders over! BB didn’t even bother to worm her way in, uh, ask. In fairness to Leroy, he’s clearly embarrassed by his spouse’s behavior–just not enough to not let her get away with it. That’s why the Beebses of the world go on doormatting.
EofO,
I somewhat disagree with you about Beebs. I think she’s unaware of the impact of her actions; as such she is, herself, her bigest victim.
Ye random fluctuations in the space time continuum! That was a long, often accurate-to-life, and quite amusing hike through the archive! And I get here and all I can think is: Do not deny a pregnant woman her pickles. Just. Don’t. Do. It.
I feel bad for Leroy.
I really need to go archive diving again, because there’s still that year of stuff I missed and haven’t caught up on yet, and there are a lot of names (like Leroy) that I’m not remembering too well.
‘Pregnancy craving’ stereotypes always sound like ipecac recipes.
EofO… oh, dear… well… now you can look at this as “it used to be that way” and is no longer!
Imp…. ooo… Grace may have stretched herself with the whole Twinkie incident… but I’m not sure she’s THAT reformed.
Grey Wolf… ouch… doormat… and yes, even Disneyland is no match for the Starbucks phenom. I bet the Starbuck’s CEO was pretty proud of getting into the happiest place on earth… and is there a happiest place on earth without coffee?
Beetles & EofO… I like the different interpretations readers get from the goings on. I try not to interrupt with my intentions… and let you all see it from your own unique perspectives… unless they are flat out wrong.
Trev… Hee hee… glad you liked the archives… did you go all the way back to Webcomics Nation? … where the very beginnings of Squid Row live?
chase… I cordially invite you… (and see the response to Trev above)… I recently went back to the oldies but goodies recently… there’s a lot of history in there!
Dada… huh?
Next they will insist to sleep in Randie’s bed! I get B.B. is pregnant and Leroy is embarrased to show up like this unwelcomed but they are also adults. Responsible people never make plans without having a way to their destination, a way home and of course a place to stay while there. Sorry I’m frustrated for Randie having known people like B.B. in my past and being used also. I’d like to see Rye-bread’s take on this situation…
Indeed I did.
As for Dada’s comment, Ipecac is an emetic…… something you swallow to induce vomiting. Much like pregnancy cravings for non-pregnant types.