My friend Heather in Colorado was blogging about something she wanted to keep at least partially secret, so she referred to the [object] [matter] under discussion as "pickles." This caused a flurry of letters from people wondering if she was pregnant, which she is most emphatically not.
Heather, your pickle problems are nothing compared to this.
This is well nigh incomprehensible to me, but I can promise you that if I learned someone was afraid of pickles, I wouldn't have people approach with a heaping plateful. That would just be gherkin them around. Thank you! Tip your waitresses!
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1 comment:
hahaha - i've seen that one before.. while i may not like pickles, i do not flee in their presence!
:)
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