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I knew I shouldn’t have, but I did anyway….

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A blog friend recently commented on my post that included this support pickle.

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She said her family had a stuffed pickle they took photographs with every year… for holidays and special occasions like one does. Since she understandably didn’t want to share photos of her grandchildren online, curiosity got the better of me and I clicked the link she provided to see the photogenic Mr. Pickle of which she spoke.

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Wow.

If that creepy anthropomorphized gherkin is on her family’s Christmas card photo every year? I really want to be added to their list.

Thanks for the chuckle Grace.

Thinking that was the end of it, I continued with my morning and moved on.

Or so I thought. Because now that Amazon knows I’m interested in stuffed pickles?

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Yeah.

In hindsight clicking that link might not have been a good idea.

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Dancing pickles?

Yikes.

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A yodeling pickle that repeats what you say?

Hell no.

But then, just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse..

The recommended pickles took a turn to the dark side.

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Run!

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40 thoughts on “I knew I shouldn’t have, but I did anyway….”

  8. I will have to ask the story behind the whole Mr. Pickle tradition – there is one, that much I know – I used your contact page to find where I could send you a photo of last year’s Christmas card – featuring Mr. Pickle…Enjoy!

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  9. Oh, my dear friend of the anti-cucumber crusade,

    I must address a matter of utmost pickle-importance. Your recent proliferation of pickle propaganda, showcasing the likes of Mr. Pickle and his boogie-down buddies, has ignited a wave of pickle-phobia across the digital cosmos!

    Imagine the distress in the hearts of innocent cucumbers everywhere, fearing they might end up as the next victim of your pickle-y antics. Picture them shaking in their briny boots, wondering if they’ll be the next unwitting star of your pickle puppet show!

    But fear not, for I implore you to consider the cucumbers’ feelings. They’ve worked hard to climb the ranks of salad stardom, only to be faced with the perilous prospect of becoming a Mr. Pickle! Spare their vinegary souls and let them dream of becoming the prized pickles they were born to be.

    Instead, let us celebrate the cucumber, in all its crunchy glory, without the threat of a pickle-fied fate. Raise a pickle-less banner, and let the cucumbers bask in the assurance that their transformation to pickledom is safe from the mischievous hands of Mr. Pickle and his tantalizing dance moves.

    In the spirit of vegetable empathy and a more pickle-friendly future,

    A concerned comrade of the cucumber coalition

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    1. A well written plea dear sir. I shall stand in solidarity with cucumbers everywhere. Say no to brine!
      My gin and cucumber coolers need you to stay unpickled.
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