I just spent twenty minutes opening a jar so I could eat a gherkin. This is hilarious because:
1. I have never encountered the word "gherkin" outside of the context of Bridget Jones, as in "the thing up Mark Darcy's arse," and
2. I hate pickles.
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Friday, May 1, 2009
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