Bizarro is brought to you today by Lucky Gardener.
A few months ago, on a whim, I called my regular readers, “Bizarro Jazz Pickles.” People seemed to enjoy the moniker and it stuck, so I’ve used it numerous times since. Here now is a cartoon in which I use the term as an excuse to include a joke on the label. I trust my Jazz Pickles will enjoy it. If you do not currently know if you are a Jazz Pickle, here are the criteria: You have to be a regular reader and fan of my Bizarro comics. That’s all there is to it. Maybe you were already one and you didn’t know it. Some fans have been after me to design a Bizarro Jazz Pickle T-shirt but I have been remiss. It isn’t because I don’t care about your wardrobe, I most certainly do, but rather because I can’t think of anything wonderful enough. Anything obvious, like a pickle with sunglasses and a saxophone, just seems trite. So maybe one day I’ll have a flash of brilliance (not entirely out of the question, it almost happened once in 1972) and there will be a shirt for sale that will no doubt be snapped up by the dozens. As for this island cartoon, think of it the next time you’re trying to avoid running into your boss at the office, or your significant other at the local bath house. Things could always be worse. Stay crispy, Jazz Pickles!
And buy my new book, please.