Dill pickles hold a certain place in my heart. That tangy, vinegary ,goodness that makes your lips smack together in a look of discomfort. Really it’s a false pretense, for the taste is quite lovely. Id advise you to shake the pickle against the glass jar because too much juice goes down the wrong pipe and makes you cough out loud. I hate that! A friend and I used to wrap the big daddy dills in napkins and sit on the couch all summer long watching Nickelodeon!
Now some people don’t like dill pickles, they only want the sweet ones. That’s when I get all bent out of shape. Don’t you dare put a sweet pickle on my sandwich, the taste is so nasty, Id have to throw the sandwich away. A friend had those cutesy little baby pickle packs. In all excitement, I didn’t bother to look at the wrapper, I shoved it in my mouth. The look was grotesque! I spit that sucker right out! Apparantly they don’t make baby dill packs! I mean, what the hell?
.......I gotta pickle, I gotta pickle, I gotta pickle hey hey hey hey!
And none of that Clausen crap either! Its not pickle unless it’s a Mt. Olive pickle!
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