I love crunchy foods. I love salty foods. I love spicy foods. I love foods that come in jars.
Oh hey there, Mr. Pickle – I think you’re just up my alley!
Right.
That’s how I spell parté when I’m in the mood for a parté. It just fuels the festiveness.
Pickles really are the thing during the summer, don’t you think? They’re absolutely perfect on sandwiches, burgers, hot dogs and salads, or when it’s 2:16 a.m. and you’re standing in front of your open fridge trying to figure out that dream you just had about riding a pink pony up to an oasis where the cast of Jersey Shore is serving Tang out of coconuts and Transformers 3 is playing on a drive-in movie screen that only allows you to drive in on a -wait for it- pink pony.
Huh? Whatever. Good luck with that one, Freud.
