old, but perfect
this chick pretty much sums up the way i feel about pickles, but in a slightly more dramatic fashion. ever since i got kicked out of pre-school for refusing to eat these long, green pieces of SHIT COATED IN BRINE, i've known they are my mortal enemy. every boyfriend i've ever had has tormented me with threats of filling my pillows with dills (not dicks, you whore perverts), and i've been terrified.
finally, someone understands my pain. and i'm not talking about maury.
3 comments:
This is so fucking ridiculous I can't even watch it. Get over it. Be scared of something worthwhile, like centipedes. Get outta here with this pickle shit. Pussyface.
IM GONNA FUCKING FUCK YOU UP OVER THE INTERNETZ ERIN I SWEAR TO GOD WHAT YOU'RE NOT SCARED OF ANYTHING?
im not a pussy.
i don't fear death, murderers, or rapists.
but pickles. yes i fear them.
AND FUCK YOU FOR JUDGING ME.
Yeah, I'm scared of mayonnaise and salad. Yank.
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