It's been more than 4 months since one of these blogs, so I thought it was long overdue...
Those who have lived in Colorado know that some winter days see snow as tall as a 4 year old Skunkman. This particular day was such a day.
I was out playing in the snow, bundled head-to-toe, making a snow fort near the driveway. Big Daddy Gump was shoveling snow on the walkway to the porch. Out popped a Skunkman, freshly bundled by Big Mommy Gump. He walked to the end of the porch, overlooking the highly-drifted snow. "How delightful a situation!" Skunkman possibly thought. "Methinks I shalt throw mine self upon the crystaline deluge of dihydrogen monoxide." Skunkman uttered to himself, completely out of earshot to the youngly-awesome HullBreachlet. I looked away for a moment to pack some snow on the fort then looked back. Where was Skunkman? He was gone! A muffled cry came from somewhere in the yard. Big Daddy Gump dropped his shovel and stumbled through the snow to lift out a frozen Skunkman, who fell past his head in the fluffiness of winter. Someone needs a glass of hot cocoa.
Hullbreach devoured the hapless souls of the pickles of poorness! This talentful Hullbreach in this talentless show of talent proved to be beyond the lack of talent of the untalentable others.
Well, Let's see here... Hard to pick... I can understand sibling rivalry, as I have a twin brother xD Hull, your story shows that Skunk probably wasn't the smartest cokie in the jar when he was younger. Skunk, your story shows that Hull REALLY likes his pickles. Now, Skunk, I'm not saying your are stupid. You're too awesome to be stupid. But eating a ton of delicious pickles [and in a record time!], compared to a slower-witted Skunklet [While having to be saved by Papa Gump], I would have to say that Hull wins. :]
P.S Skunk is awesome
Long story Skunk! o.ô Great story but who's side am I on? Hull, Stinky? Hull or STINKY? Yeah that is your new name Skunk. [Stinky] And the next part of the story will determine who i'm for.
Ah, yes, 1qt (1L) of Vlasic baby dills in 2min flat... Another 38sec for the juice. The guys hollered, and the girls cringed. That day was a massacre of cucumbric proportions.
"Thou shalt not giveth thy pickly goodness to the unworthiness of any being other than mine self!" argued Hullbreach, to the defenseless vinegared cucumbers. Many brethren, young and old, watched. They watched in disgust, while this Hullbreach devoured the hapless souls of the pickles of poorness! This talentful Hullbreach in this talentless show of talent proved to be beyond the lack of talent of the untalentable others. As Hullbreach finished slaughtering the last helpless pickle of pickle-kind, there arose such a clamour as to what the remaining talent would be!
"Where art thou, divine pickle juice? Come hither!" the youngling Hullbreach muttered. Beyond the grave of the now dead pickles came a flood. A flood like no others of the nectar which causes the effect upon the fruit to turneth it to be thine pickle. Maniacal laughter came from the Breachful youngster as the gates of the esophagus opened and what remaineth of the pickles was drowned within the juice from whence it cometh!
Many pickles died that day. That day which lives in shame....in infamy....
Though no awards were won in this show of talent by this Breach, the sacrifices of the poor pickles and the jar of pickle juice will go down in history.
He who eateth by the pickle and drinketh by the pickle, shall become one with the pickle.