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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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