He had drunk himself into a pickle Jar,
only he did not know :
"Once a pickle, you can never
go back to being a cucumber-"
So he sat reading, stewing in his own juices.
I like pickles. I WAS a pickle. It was not all bad, until about year (age!) #18-40...I even got pickled in Pikesville once, was asked to leave. They were really nice, even gave me a ride to the country and left me at a gas station. Kinda dusty that summer! PEACE! (or pieces!)
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He'll be so drunk he wont be able to climb up the sides!
BB
oy, yeah once you are pickled it is surely hard to go back to just a cucmber...stewed in his own juices...smiles...nice...
Definitely , he's in a pickle!
A deep thought in simple words! Very nice...
When you drown in your crystal clear tears.
"He did not know" . . well, he knows now. Great stuff.
I've got to say, pickled cucumbers ~ one of my favorite dishes! Love pickles too ... I'm set. Nice write!
Being a pickle is nowhere near as cool as being a cucumber
I like pickles. I WAS a pickle. It was not all bad, until about year (age!) #18-40...I even got pickled in Pikesville once, was asked to leave. They were really nice, even gave me a ride to the country and left me at a gas station. Kinda dusty that summer!
PEACE! (or pieces!)
Once a pickle always a pickle...
Ohne Gnade. Schade! As they would say in German. Tragic in an ironically funny kind of way ...
"Once a pickle, you can never
go back to being a cucumber-"
that's for sure - nice take
That's really true....made me think...
smiles...hope its not too long and life slows a bit for you...
This image sort of nauseated me, and your mag puts word to the feeling. "Stewing in his own juices" - yup...gag.
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