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[aid] => mick
[title] => In A Pickle
[time] => 2018-05-15 18:37:08
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[bodytext] => My wife is even worse than Aunt Bee when she makes pickles.
She gave some to some celebrities and that/'/s what killed Don Rickles.
When people eat her pickles, they turn green and puke.
Then they want to fight, they tell me to put up my dukes.
My wife sells her pickles at our convenience store.
When people eat them, they don/'/t shop there anymore.
People criticize her pickles and she thinks they/'/re being mean.
But just like Aunt Bee/'/s pickles, they taste just like kerosene.
If you/'/re smart, you/'/ll take some sage advice from me.
Stay away from her pickles if you want to stay healthy.
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