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Edited by CrazyCadder: 8/14/2015 1:05:38 AMBefore he was a Guardian, he was just Pickle F[i]u[/i]cker. You see, freshman year, the senior Guardians in Training would hunt us down and put us through what they called "initiations." They'd stuff us into lockers or throw us in the girl's shower room naked, but our fellow Guardian here got the worst of it. The seniors yanked down his pants and shoved a pickle up his a[i]s[/i]s and made him walk ten feet. If the pickle fell out before he hit the ten-foot mark, he had to take a bite of it, re-insert it, and walk again. But, don't worry. He made it. His pickle was small enough to stay wedged after only four bites.
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I can confirm this.
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I wouldn't call it a fetish. I don't have a problem. Everything is under control.
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Ehhh...... So close...... I can't play with pickle rebels. :(
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YEAH YOU BETTER CRY YOU BURGER WITHOUT PICKLES LOVING NERD!
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I can change!
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IT'S TOO LATE GERALD! I ALREADY SAW YOU WITH THE OTHER BURGER! :,(
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That was a one time thing! It didn't mean anything!
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What about the hotdog Gerald? Huh? You think I missed that? YOU THINK I'M STUPID GERALD?!?
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I think you might've had enough internet for one day.
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Or maybe I'm a divine being that understands the world and you all are just my puppets in this limitless game we call life.
