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It’s always time to eat in Michigan.
I’m going to put that at, “Are you sure? Really?”
On a scale of 1 to “Girl, stop” how pathetic would it be if I just ate a bunch of these for dinner?
Kittykittybangbang just made a dinner so good, I want to take it behind the middle school and impregnate it.
It is indeed mighty!
There is a liquor store near the apartment that sells pickles alongside chips and gum near the front counter. They are in giant, transparent Capri Sun style packages and kept at room temprature. The pickles come in flavors too: dill, kosher, garlic, and hot.
Shannon has dared me to buy and eat one on our next trip there.
“The Mighty Pickle” (Cici’s title, not mine)
I didn’t buy myself any snacks for this evening while at the grocery store. My building has a snack machine.
While I was at work today, the snack machine was removed.
I have no snacks.
Nobody wants your stupid, raw, make-you-fart onions. Fuck you greek salad.