Here in Mumblepuss-land, there has been much heralding of the comedic value of the pickle. The pickle just isn’t for laughs, friends. It is also a great thing to eat when it’s hot cause it replenishes your “vitamins” and “go energy”. That’s proven science, kids.
As many of you know, I worked nights for several years. I would have a hard time getting good sleep, plus I wear a sleep apnea machine to help me breathe when I sleep (cause, yes, I’m that fat) that makes a kind of white noise (like a fan blowing). One night, over the sound of my sleep machine AND the television, I hear the loud crunching of someone eating. I look over, groggily, to see my wife meekly crunching away on a pickle. She was holding it like a chipmunk holding a nut, nibbling at an end.
As I am often grumpy when awaking, I glared at her. She continued eating. At that point, I conceded my sleepy-hulk-rage, because god-damn,..she must have really wanted a pickle.
Thus this comic was born.
At least the pickle wasn’t wrapped in a crisp cellophane wrapper.