tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21353439.post6232551205631337552..comments2023-10-28T06:16:41.152-05:00Comments on Hip Suburban White Guy: This Is For My Friend, "The D"Xavier Onassishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01345787343828318445noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21353439.post-55118861521363470352008-04-02T13:38:00.000-05:002008-04-02T13:38:00.000-05:00I couldn't even watch the whole damned thing. I ha...I couldn't even watch the whole damned thing. I had to stop as she started to collapse outside the fucking factory.<BR/><BR/>First of all, WTF??<BR/><BR/>Second of all, I even LOVE pickles (even have some waiting for me in the trunk of my car right now...they will be lovingly placed on my bison burger at dinnertime, dammit) and I wouldn't want to go to a damned pickle factory. For fuck's sake...<BR/><BR/>I have an irrational fear of moths. But they FLY, ok? That's makes way more sense than a fear of pickles. Jeezy...Faithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13586875268181033533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21353439.post-1225041842083358242008-04-02T10:54:00.000-05:002008-04-02T10:54:00.000-05:00Wow. I really hope that was an april fool's thing ...Wow. I really hope that was an april fool's thing because from a clinical perspective Ive got a real bad feeling about this level of pickle aversion. Because like heather, i freaking loathe onions, but there's no emotional attachment. I don't know XO, all's im saying is sometimes a pickle ain't just a pickle. Know what i mean?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21353439.post-90649154203791957992008-04-02T06:04:00.000-05:002008-04-02T06:04:00.000-05:00Pickles are from the DEVIL!Pickles are from the DEVIL!Poodleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04722193899918659459noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21353439.post-12627932224589775232008-04-01T21:07:00.000-05:002008-04-01T21:07:00.000-05:00When I saw this title in my Google Reader I just k...When I saw this title in my Google Reader I just knew it was going to be about pickles.<BR/><BR/>I'm not afraid of pickles. Y'all are confusing fear with hatred. <BR/><BR/>I'm not afraid of pickles, I hate pickles.<BR/><BR/>That dumb bitch in the video is CRAZY!<BR/><BR/>And I don't have a nervous breakdown every time I see a pickle HEATHER! I just start sweating profusely, piss myself and then pass out. What's the big deal? Who doesn't do that once in a while?<BR/><BR/>Now I have to go wash my hands and vomit because I had to type that disgusting word so many times."The D"https://www.blogger.com/profile/09705821841129524061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21353439.post-12117490421609901932008-04-01T20:47:00.000-05:002008-04-01T20:47:00.000-05:00First off...where does Maury find these people (I ...First off...where does Maury find these people (I still can't believe he's married to Connie Chung).<BR/><BR/>Secondly...I hate onions, but it hasn't crippled me. Sheesh.<BR/><BR/>Thirdly...I'm willing to guess that The D has a nervous breakdown (similar to Maury's weirdo) whenever he sees a pickle. Because of my science-minded nature, let's test this theory at the next blogger meetup.GB, RNhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09735213378851473207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21353439.post-86866301892032428222008-04-01T20:43:00.000-05:002008-04-01T20:43:00.000-05:00Give me a jar of pickles & a fork! Love them. I'...Give me a jar of pickles & a fork! Love them. I'll protect you The D!Spyderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10469832764480816567noreply@blogger.com