I hate pickles.

[obliviousally_lj]

So. I went out of Labor Ready this moring to...the pickle farm. Oh, how I loathe this place. It's not because the work is hard or the hours are long it's because I REEK OF PICKLES FOR THREE DAYS AFTERWARDS. And, on top of that, they were using horseradish in the pickle slices and they BURNED MY EYES WITH NO REMORSE. Just the fumes alone. Auuugh. >_< Hatehatehate.

Stupid pickles. It's going to be another year or so before I'll even be vaugely interested in eating a pickle product on its own. Ick.

In other news, it turns out that the car needs a new fan or something. So our trip is going to be fucking delayed until god knows when, unless the Hag manages to get someone to fix it tonight.

I keep thinking I was going to write more, but my branes are failing again, so I'll leave it at that and flee.

Woosh.

Comments

[sonofberkowitz.livejournal.com]

If you smelled like a pickle, and you were starving, would you eat yourself? I would. I'd be delicious.

[nachitor.livejournal.com]

I'd smother myself in hamburger and hamburger bun.

[kassil.livejournal.com]

So if Ally smells like a pickle, do we stick her into a giant burger?

[nachitor.livejournal.com]

Hmm. I'd say yes.

[kassil.livejournal.com]

...Hmmm.
Grease-slippery, pickle-scented Ally.
*twitch*
*snatches Ally and flies off*

[kassil.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you already know by now what I'd say.

*pokes* You could've at least said g'night!