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November 16, 2006
Proof that I am not a 12-year-old boy*

Watergirl: walks through office, eating a pickle**
Co-worker: That pickle smells funny.
Watergirl: Well, it tastes fine.
Co-worker: It really doesn't smell funny. You were supposed to call me a pickle-smeller. You ruined the joke.

*not that you really needed it
**I love pickles. These were left over from yesterday's lunch. I ate leftover fruit, too.

08:40 PM

Comments

Wha? Pickle smeller? Not only are you not a 12-year-old boy...your friend was an extremely weird one.
Posted by lastewie at November 16, 2006 11:09 PM

i'm trying to figure out why someone telling you your pickle smells funny would automatically make you call them a pickle smeller. wow, that was a lot of words. i love pickles too... i love the fairs that have the big barrels of them!
Posted by monique at November 17, 2006 03:37 PM


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