They think they are in a pickle.
No, I think I'd like some more-ay.
Me: Uhh...Let me think... Why Friend: You boil the hell out of it! Me: Get out.
I'm probably gonna die surrounded by both.
Because they are both surrounded by nuts.
Czechers.
Too many turnovers!
Who knows - maybe they're picklish!
A skunk rolling down a hill with a pickle in its mouth.