NOTE: Okay, I changed the photo load point, so let me know if you can see the magical pickle!! I bet the pickle had something to do with the photos not loading anyways…
Let me tell you the magical story of my mysterious late-night snack. A pickle. Sure, you’re probably saying, “pfft, pickles aren’t so great.” I BEG TO DIFFER!
Last night when I was enjoying a delicious snack of Vlassic Kosher Garlic Dill Pickles, I bit into a very special pickle. A pickle THAT WAS LOOKING BACK AT ME.
I proceeded to eat this immaculate pickle while it stared back at me, but I was constantly distracted by the mixed emotions of fear and hunger. Why was this pickle smiling at me? Did it know I was really hungry? Was it going to give me bad gas? Did Timmy fall down the well???!?!
WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME, OH LITTLE PICKLE WITH A FACE?!
As I kept eating my mysterious pickle of magic, I noticed that with each bite, the pickle expression changed. My pickle seemed to be in a glass cage of emotion. Unable to speak, yet doesn’t an expression sometimes say more?
Yes. You may have a face, but I am hungry for pickles, dear green friend.
Pickle, wherever you are in my digestive tract, just know how much I loved you. Even though you just smiled at me while I ripped you apart, you have a special pickle place in my heart.
I think maybe Winston could sense the special nature of this particular jar of pickles, because he was barking at it for a good 15 minutes, and won’t go anywhere near it as illustrated above by Steve chasing Winston around the apartment with a jar of magic pickles!
I’ll leave you to make your own conclusions. Next time you eat a pickle, just remember to smile back.
