So I think I over did it last night. I started asking Mommy for sunflower seeds and pickles. Dill pickles. She just kept eating them. I thought they were really good so I kept saying more and more. Now, I think I am pickled in here. The most appropriate song for the situation is: bed knobs and broomsticks' beautiful briny sea.
"Bobbing along on the bottom of the beautiful briny sea."
I now know what a pickle feels like. I am dilled and just bobbing up and down in here. Now if I can just figure out how to cure myself with salt, I could stay in here for a REALLY long time.
- Bater
now you've made me want pickles too. how did you find my buttons?
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