Okay, so we all have some pickle double-entrendre we would like to work out. To be fair to all the other threads that mention a pickle, perhaps they should all go in one place.
My pickle story came when That Kid mentioned discovering the joy of their pickle. I remember when I first discovered the joy of my pickle.
I had just turned 13 (Ur days old) and was watering some plants.
I was standing there about to admire my pickle when a cute glitch walked in. She was dressed in a monkey suit with a chicken hat of course.
As she walked by - BOING! My pickle lept out of my pants (pocket) and stood up in-front of me. It started bouncing and the next thing I know, that cute glitch beside me is spilling beans everywhere.
Apparently, she thought it was an appropriate time to use some sneeze-powder.
I was so confused by what had happened, my own juice was spilled everywhere as well (Slow Gin counts is a juice, right?) But a bigger part of me wanted to use my pickle again.
Unfortunately I had too much fun and my pickle needed to rest for awhile.
But I do plan on exposing my pickle to other passer-by's to see the results.
Now, if anyone else has something to say about their pickle in the most crass, childish way - we have a discussion for it.