The Penultimate Pickle

Author: deucepm

Date: October 2, 2002

by deucepm
10-02-02
In the year 2058...
I heard you were dying.
Yeah, all that radiation I sucked up from my monitor finally reached my brain.
You know, I hate to see a man die without tasting life's great pleasures. Here. Have a pickle.
No. Seriously, no.
EAT IT! EAT IT, YOU SICK TWISTED FUCK!
Nurse! NURSE! HELP!