Hi, my name is Joe the pickle. If you have not noticed... i am green, and wrinkly looking. I look kind of like my grandmas face, but i am green. Some people think that I am a cucumber, this makes Joe sad. My mom (Regina the pickle) is a very strict pickle. She makes me be a dill pickle, even though I want to be a sweet pickle. One day my mom told me that I was mature enough to go in the pickle jar. This made Joe happy. Joe has always wanted to go in the"jar". When Joe got in the jar, somehow it got very dark and the jar started rising. What he did not know was that he was in picnic basket, carried by Bree Marshel and Dean Wood... And then they ate me.
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Joe the Pickle
HumorI am a pickle ( I thought you should know) This is my life as a pickle.
