dear it tickles me diary,
it really does please me to do my pickles. way down deep to my twat almost- the continental divide. i looked at jars on the internet today and i think next year i will get some fancy dancy hexagon jars to put my shit in. i'll never sell my pickles. i just like to look at them, eat them, and give them away. in the past i used to be scared to give them to people in case they didn't like them- or they weren't any good- but the people i have given them to always ask for more and nobody ever gave any back. the world does not revolve around sweet chunk pickles, but it would be alright with me if it did. you gotta have a taste for them- that's for sure. i especially like them on pork tenderloins and chicken sandwiches. yeah buddy.
