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Pickles? Pickles. Yeah, pickles. In a can? No. In the sand? Wrong again. Don't you tell that yellow cat. Theres a pickle in her hat.
sitting between her fluffy ears, a crunchy cucumber is lurking near...
in the shadows on her head it waits for her to go to bed. As she slumbers, the cucumbers plunders all the way between her lips... It wants to be vored... thats really it.
"mmffmhf!", the yellow witch awakened from the vinegar stench sensation, as she spat the prickly pickle out without hesitation.
Now the selfish pickle lies in the black blue cold of night between the splintered planks of shame as it squirms across the floor's wooden frame.
"A pickle-A pickle was in my mouth now feel obligated to stomp it out!", the slutty cat exclaimed in a pout!
"Well pickle me this-you yellow spook bitch! Will you grant me this one wish!?",
"Wait wtf why is a pickle speak-"
"Eat me! Eat me! Eat me now, YOU FAT UNGRATEFUL SLUGGISH SOW! YOU KNOW DAMM WELL THAT I LOOK NEAT. YOU WANT TO EAT THIS TASTY TREAT!
MY CALORIES SIMPLY CANT BE BEAT! DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE SOME SOGGY BEET!
MY SOUR FLAVORS ARE AT YOUR FEET!"
"Your enticing dialogue was really sweet! This dirty pickle I think I'll eat!"
And by the whispering cool crack of dawn, a dirty lonesome pickle was eaten all along...
(NOTICE)
I'm going to copy and paste this thing till my document is large enough to post lol no regerts
Pickles? Pickles. Yeah, pickles. In a can? No. In the sand? Wrong again. Don't you tell that yellow cat. Theres a pickle in her hat.
sitting between her fluffy ears, a crunchy cucumber is lurking near...
in the shadows on her head it waits for her to go to bed. As she slumbers, the cucumbers plunders all the way between her lips... It wants to be vored... thats really it.
"mmffmhf!", the yellow witch awakened from the vinegar stench sensation, as she spat the prickly pickle out without hesitation.
Now the selfish pickle lies in the black blue cold of night between the splintered planks of shame as it squirms across the floor's wooden frame.
"A pickle-A pickle was in my mouth now feel obligated to stomp it out!", the slutty cat exclaimed in a pout!
"Well pickle me this-you yellow spook bitch! Will you grant me this one wish!?",
"Wait wtf why is a pickle speak-"
"Eat me! Eat me! Eat me now, YOU FAT UNGRATEFUL SLUGGISH SOW! YOU KNOW DAMM WELL THAT I LOOK NEAT. YOU WANT TO EAT THIS TASTY TREAT!
MY CALORIES SIMPLY CANT BE BEAT! DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE SOME SOGGY BEET!
MY SOUR FLAVORS ARE AT YOUR FEET!"
"Your enticing dialogue was really sweet! This dirty pickle I think I'll eat!"
And by the whispering cool crack of dawn, a dirty lonesome pickle was eaten all along...
sitting between her fluffy ears, a crunchy cucumber is lurking near...
in the shadows on her head it waits for her to go to bed. As she slumbers, the cucumbers plunders all the way between her lips... It wants to be vored... thats really it.
"mmffmhf!", the yellow witch awakened from the vinegar stench sensation, as she spat the prickly pickle out without hesitation.
Now the selfish pickle lies in the black blue cold of night between the splintered planks of shame as it squirms across the floor's wooden frame.
"A pickle-A pickle was in my mouth now feel obligated to stomp it out!", the slutty cat exclaimed in a pout!
"Well pickle me this-you yellow spook bitch! Will you grant me this one wish!?",
"Wait wtf why is a pickle speak-"
"Eat me! Eat me! Eat me now, YOU FAT UNGRATEFUL SLUGGISH SOW! YOU KNOW DAMM WELL THAT I LOOK NEAT. YOU WANT TO EAT THIS TASTY TREAT!
MY CALORIES SIMPLY CANT BE BEAT! DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE SOME SOGGY BEET!
MY SOUR FLAVORS ARE AT YOUR FEET!"
"Your enticing dialogue was really sweet! This dirty pickle I think I'll eat!"
And by the whispering cool crack of dawn, a dirty lonesome pickle was eaten all along...
(NOTICE)
I'm going to copy and paste this thing till my document is large enough to post lol no regerts
Pickles? Pickles. Yeah, pickles. In a can? No. In the sand? Wrong again. Don't you tell that yellow cat. Theres a pickle in her hat.
sitting between her fluffy ears, a crunchy cucumber is lurking near...
in the shadows on her head it waits for her to go to bed. As she slumbers, the cucumbers plunders all the way between her lips... It wants to be vored... thats really it.
"mmffmhf!", the yellow witch awakened from the vinegar stench sensation, as she spat the prickly pickle out without hesitation.
Now the selfish pickle lies in the black blue cold of night between the splintered planks of shame as it squirms across the floor's wooden frame.
"A pickle-A pickle was in my mouth now feel obligated to stomp it out!", the slutty cat exclaimed in a pout!
"Well pickle me this-you yellow spook bitch! Will you grant me this one wish!?",
"Wait wtf why is a pickle speak-"
"Eat me! Eat me! Eat me now, YOU FAT UNGRATEFUL SLUGGISH SOW! YOU KNOW DAMM WELL THAT I LOOK NEAT. YOU WANT TO EAT THIS TASTY TREAT!
MY CALORIES SIMPLY CANT BE BEAT! DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE SOME SOGGY BEET!
MY SOUR FLAVORS ARE AT YOUR FEET!"
"Your enticing dialogue was really sweet! This dirty pickle I think I'll eat!"
And by the whispering cool crack of dawn, a dirty lonesome pickle was eaten all along...
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