Adam ended up shirkin’ his girkin!
He’s in a pickle now
This is a tiresome arc…
Disarmed. Now Adam is really in a pickle.
That sounds strangely inappropriate.
This story arc is really dill, er, dull.
5 second rule?
A sweet pickle victory for the lad.
“Ho, Haha, Guard, Turn, Perry, Dodge, Spin, Ha, Thrust!”
—Daffy Duck, Robin Hood Daffy, 1958
It takes a real bad man to drop his pickle. It takes a better man to pick it up.
Laura is relieved.
Good thing the colorist was paying attention!
On the anniversary of Lorena Bobbitt’s removing of manhood, even…
Strangely, this reminds me of a line from “A League of Their Own.” Jon Lovit’s character gets asked to join a group to go out and get a drink (I believe.) He declines, saying “We’ve been on the road awhile. I’m gonna go home and give the wife a pickle tickle.”
I did that riposte move once. At least that’s the sound I heard when my pelvic floor broke free.
He has been debrained!
I’m surprised Adam’s pickle even made it ti the duel.
This arc is so Freudian.
Never the object of the verb to be
“Ho! Ha ha! Guard! Turn! Parry! Dodge! Spin! Ha! Thrust!”