Earlier today I was in work. I was hungry. It was two pm and I hadn't eaten since ten o'clock the night before. I was straining pickles from a ginormous (that's a word?!) bucket into a smaller container. The bucket was full of pickle juice. Andy said to me, "Would you drink a cup of that pickle juice?"
I said, "Of course."
I kept straining the pickles and he laughed at me.
My manager came in. I asked him what I should do with the leftover pickle juice.
"Just drink it," he said. He was joking. I did not realize this.
When he realized I didn't realize this, he filled a smoothie cup of pickle juice. "Here you go."
I took a swig. Man! I was hungry! Man! Pickle juice is salty and delicious. I drank the whole cup in the next half hour.
I went home and ate some leftover tortellini from work.
NOW I AM DYING. Who would have thought pickle juice would make me so INCREDIBLY SICK?!?! YAY I GET TO GO BACK INTO WORK AND MOP AND THROW UP THE LOVELY PICKLE JUICE.
I HATE PICKLES.
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Eeeeeeeew.
Maraia asked me why you drank pickle juice and I realized I never actually asked you why. I was too grossed out. And I think I just thought that was an Ali thing to do.
Have you tried a teaspoon of cinnamon yet?
JK don't do it...really makes you sick. I guess I didn't do a very good job in raising you up!!!
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