03-19-2007, 08:07 PM | #41 (permalink) |
still, wondering.
Location: South Minneapolis, somewhere near the gorgeous gorge
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(LMAO) He had so much going on that it still is and is bound to continue...
I'm kind of glad that he liked pickles, too. While that was hilarious, threadwise, does it address why pickles are funny?
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03-21-2007, 12:08 PM | #42 (permalink) |
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Vlasic submarine slammed two gerkhins into our side, chief. It was comin' back, from the island of Oversized Picnic Foods, just delivered the mustard. The Hiroshima mustard. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in twelve minutes. Didn't see the first pickle for about a half an hour. Dill. Thirteen footer. You know how you know that when you're in the water, chief? You tell by lookin' from the stem to the other end. Well, we didn't know. `Cause our mustard mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, chief. The pickles come cruisin'. So we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know it's... kinda like `ol squares in battle like you see on a calendar, like the battle of Waterloo. And the idea was, the pickle would go for nearest man and then he'd start poundin' and hollerin' and screamin' and sometimes the pickle would go away. Sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that pickle, he looks right into you. Right into your eyes. You know the thing about a pickle, he's got...lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eye. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be livin'. Until he bites ya and those black eyes roll over white. And then, ah then you hear that terrible high pitch screamin' and the ocean turns red and spite of all the poundin' and the hollerin' they all come in and rip you to pieces.
Y'know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men! I don't know how many pickles, maybe a thousand! I don't know how many men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday mornin' chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player, Onion's mate. I thought he was asleep, reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up and down in the water, just like a kinda top. Up ended. Well... he'd been bitten in half below the waist. Noon the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ketchupa saw us, he swung in low and he saw us. He was a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper, anyway he saw us and come in low. And three hours later a big fat PB&J comes down and start to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened? Waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on mayo again. So, eleven hundred men went in the water, three hundred and sixteen men come out, the pickles took the rest, June the 29, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the mustard.
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03-24-2007, 11:28 AM | #43 (permalink) | |
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I love pickles. They always make me laugh. But only the dill ones in all forms. Sweet pickles are enough to make my face turn inside out. Except the Sweet Pickles book series. Did anyone else have those as a kid? Nasty Nightengale and X-Rating Xerus were my favorites. I used to have to have a pickle after dessert when I was a kid because I couldn't stand having the sweet taste left in my mouth. My family always laughed and hid the pickle jar from me. That was not nice.
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03-24-2007, 02:32 PM | #45 (permalink) |
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hahaha I almost posted that dancing pickle the other day but decided against it.. I crack up so much when I watch it.
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03-24-2007, 05:10 PM | #46 (permalink) |
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fredweena! Your family hid the pickle jar from you?
that's just not nice at all. the humour of pickles was meant to be shared. i trust you had them liquidated for their insolence.
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04-04-2007, 09:24 AM | #47 (permalink) |
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Who better to execute the dirty deed than:
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04-05-2007, 06:05 PM | #48 (permalink) |
Getting it.
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Life was sweet for Pickleman. He seemed to relish his life as a harbinger of justice. That was until he met Dill. Getting mixed up in her embrace turned his whole life sour.
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04-05-2007, 08:17 PM | #49 (permalink) |
still, wondering.
Location: South Minneapolis, somewhere near the gorgeous gorge
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Chit, Charla, dill's a wonderful herb. I can't believe you even thought that.
Most pickles are only funny because of the dill they've absorbed.
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04-05-2007, 09:44 PM | #50 (permalink) |
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03-04-2008, 05:23 PM | #52 (permalink) |
Minion of the scaléd ones
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Pickles are funny because they are neither raw nor cooked. Honest to god, that's what it is. Being neither, they are liminal, and liminal substances are either funny (Pickles, Playdough, sexual secretions) or revolting (vomit, feces, Balut) or both (mud, farts).
Now stick that in your Levi-Strauss and smoke it.
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03-10-2008, 11:24 PM | #54 (permalink) |
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Perhaps Giant Hamburgers issue with rats has started to leak into other threads...
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03-11-2008, 05:41 AM | #55 (permalink) |
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Location: Central Central Florida
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Careful, my friends.
\ Some girls really love their pickles.
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03-11-2008, 07:51 AM | #56 (permalink) |
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yeah yeah ...size matters
And I know this is not the "complaint thread" but I'm disappointed that all this talk of pickles is focusing on the cucumber and ignoring the vast variety of other very fine tasting pickled delicacies. So now I'm going out to have some pickled meat, pickled eggs, and other pickled vegetables. |
03-12-2008, 02:26 AM | #57 (permalink) |
Getting it.
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For me it is the pickling of the humble cucumber that bring out the humour. But the fact is, you can pickle just about anything as long as you have the right spices...
But as you can see, the spices themselves have no humour. They are just dry ingredients. To be truly humourous you must add water to make a salty brine...
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03-25-2008, 12:23 AM | #63 (permalink) |
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How would you like to feel that pickle, BN? Tell us more about this fixation.
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03-25-2008, 05:27 AM | #65 (permalink) |
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close your eyes, run your fingers over that hard long green vegetable (I don't like soft pickles usually, unless they are chopped up and on a hotdog), feel the texture, taste it, the sour tanginess ...or if you prefer sweet pickles, that tangy sweetness; bite it, hear and feel the crisp break of the skin and the sudden penetration of your teeth into the meat of the matter, pickle that is; don't swallow it right away, chew it and roll it around in your mouth to enjoy every last bit of savory flavor and texture. How's that, jewels?
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03-25-2008, 05:50 AM | #66 (permalink) |
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Location: Central Central Florida
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Mmmmmmmm yummmy!
Dill or half-sour for me, please ...
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03-25-2008, 06:10 AM | #67 (permalink) |
still, wondering.
Location: South Minneapolis, somewhere near the gorgeous gorge
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Yeah, where is she?
Maybe someone should tell her that there are pickles here. And collages. And something else in French that means "joy in living" Maybe I'm talking out of my ass. Perhaps this is why pickles are funny...
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03-25-2008, 08:05 AM | #68 (permalink) | |
Minion of the scaléd ones
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Quote:
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03-25-2008, 09:21 AM | #69 (permalink) | |
Eponymous
Location: Central Central Florida
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Quote:
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03-25-2008, 03:15 PM | #71 (permalink) |
comfortably numb...
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this is one powerful pickle fork...
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03-25-2008, 04:37 PM | #72 (permalink) |
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You know you need a powerful fork when you have a giant pickle...
I wonder if Giant Hamburger knows this giant pickle? I wonder if he knows the beauty holding the pickle?
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03-25-2008, 05:54 PM | #73 (permalink) | |
see the links to my music?
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mixedmedia.....É she is pretty sweet.......... (damn,why doesn`t my Q mark work any moreÉÉÉÉÉÉÉÉ............what the fuck is thatÉÉÉÉÉ) |
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03-25-2008, 06:04 PM | #74 (permalink) | |
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Whip it with your pickle
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03-25-2008, 06:13 PM | #75 (permalink) |
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Fly! Indeed mixed is sweet...
As for your question mark... stop smoking cucumbers and start pickling them instead.
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03-26-2008, 03:34 AM | #77 (permalink) |
Eponymous
Location: Central Central Florida
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And some peeps are deathly afraid of pickles, sober:
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03-26-2008, 03:51 AM | #78 (permalink) |
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jewels, i think ive posted that in the past.
its strange. her freaking out freaks me out. it makes no sense!
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