i'd rather look at a pickle than do yoga.
ummm, no, that's not true.
speaking of the NAST subject of pickles.
this is a message to my family and frenemies.
to whom it may concern:
when you "discreetly"
bring a napkin up to your mouth
and i hear a loud crunch....
i know what you're doing.
you're not getting anything by me.
the girl who hates pickles.