I hate when people always just leave me in the jar. They just grab a fork, get me out of the fridge, and stick the fork in the jar and always grab for my brothers. You want to know what I don’t get. I don’t like when they put you back in the fridge and the lights turn on when they open the door, and then when they close it they turn back off. So I am in this closed jar filled with my brothers and sisters, and it’s dark. I have to deal with being so close to my brothers and sisters. Some of the people that go and reach for me and/or my brothers and sisters, they just take a fork out and just stab us like no other and shove us in their mouths. Sometimes I just want to…..never mind I think you get the point. GRRRRR. It gets me angry a lot because they are just about to reach for me and they say “Nope, that little guy is too small for my hamburger.” Or they say something like, “mom, come here, look at this really small pickle.” It just gets me really angry. My name is bi pickle and I hate being the last one in the jar.
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