Fuck you mean I can't have my fucking pickles

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I call asleep. When I wake up it's 3:27a.m I get up and walk to the ketchen I turn on the lights and walk to my fridge and open the door. I grab my sandwich cut out pickles and sit at the table. I open the jar that nice pop of the lid fills my ears I look down st my pickles and think how good they are gonna be. I start to drewl....fuck
.. I take my hand and emerge it in the jar and grab a patty pickle and I slide it into my mouth. It's so salty. So juicy. So much flavor. I cry at how beautiful pickles are. I wake up from my dream and realize I never had my fucking pickles bitch you thought wrong fucking plot twist bitch.

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 10, 2017 ⏰

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