sunday brunch.

J: What’s the fate of that pickle?

L: Unloved. Unwanted. Thrown away out back.

J: I am into adopting things. I got me a dog. I got a little boy. I got a little girl. And now Imma get me a pickle.

L: But what are your credentials?

K: Yes, how do we know you’re a suitable guardian for a pic – OH MY GOD SHE BIT IT!

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