“Eat me on the moon!”Pickle?
No? Well let's get on with it then.
Pickled pickerels picked Peter Piper's perky pickled peppers.
Eurgh... the vinegar opens your mind to new dimensions of understanding... and your mouth to new dimensions of grossness. Do not drink an entire jar of pickle juice. It will sadden the pickles, who will then eat you, as if they were in Soviet Russia.
Fudge Muffins? Edit
The metaphysics of
fudge pickles have been studied by me, personally, since last Wednesday. Pickle research is funded by sympathetic old people, spare change left in vending machine coin returns, and the money stolen from your wallet. Nothing interesting has been discovered since research began, which is a good thing. Nobody wants to find out something unexpected about pickles, lest they be grossed out.