One time, on St. Patrick’s Day, instead of wearing green clothes, I carried a pickle in my pocket all day long. My friends thought it was funny until I started to stink and then suddenly they didn’t think it was funny. The public is fickle. I no longer carry pickles in my pocket, although I do enjoy a good dill spear with a sandwich.
One time, on St. Patrick’s Day, instead of wearing green clothes, I carried a pickle in my pocket all day long. My friends thought it was funny until I started to stink and then suddenly they didn’t think it was funny. The public is fickle. I no longer carry pickles in my pocket, although I do enjoy a good dill spear with a sandwich.