- Published:September 27th, 2008
- Comments:1 Comment
- Category:Loony Bin
- Rating:
4.50/5, 2 votes
Loading ...I used to hate pickles. Not the kind of XFL hating either; rather it was an authentic loathing. Everything about pickles, ranging from the crunch to the seeds to the smell to the greenish yellow ooze that it leaves behind  equivalent to when slugs attempt to escape salt, riled me up in a flaccid sort of way. However, over the past few months, I have been getting more and more accustomed to our dill friends. It all started when I chose to sustain the pickle presence on my Chicka-Filla one day. The slightly offsetting pickle taste really complemented the bonafide chicken texture and greasiness beyond anticipation. Now, my afternoon delight feels quite naked sans pickle. I think I just really need the pickle for satisfaction when it comes to physical pleasure,. I mean, you guys have seen the Tonya Harding sex tape, am I correct?