- When I was six of seven, my grandmother brought over this pickle and told me it was a cucumber. I, loving cucumbers, took a huge bite. IT WAS GROSS!!! I spat it out all over my grandma......serves her right.
- My mom, neighbors, and everyone else in exsistence when i was about ten LOVED pickles. They would always have to be in their own "juice" in those giant jars. I always thought they looked sort of like those giant worms you find in laberatories. It was scary.
- NEW EDITION: Today, on my way home, I put on my hood. Suddenly, I felt a really cold squishy thing touching my neck. I reached back **shudder** and pulled out a soggy pickle that someone put down there during lunch.
ITS ALL CHRIS"S FAULT!!!!
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