Artemis Pockels
Veteran X
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When the brave Knight crested the hill, he steadied his steed. For below the Knight gathered the largest gathering of pickles known to man. The pickles were large and manly and had a scent of the morning dew. The brave knight calmly picked one of the pickles from the groin tree. He held it up against the morning sun to admire the perfectly placed bumps and the phalic shape. With a sigh, the knight stuck the pickle on the tip of his lance and mounted his trusty steed. With a gentle bump from his heel, he and the horse were one and lept towards the castle where he would be the hero and be the reward great. The moral of this story is vlasic is a faggot.
The end
When the brave Knight crested the hill, he steadied his steed. For below the Knight gathered the largest gathering of pickles known to man. The pickles were large and manly and had a scent of the morning dew. The brave knight calmly picked one of the pickles from the groin tree. He held it up against the morning sun to admire the perfectly placed bumps and the phalic shape. With a sigh, the knight stuck the pickle on the tip of his lance and mounted his trusty steed. With a gentle bump from his heel, he and the horse were one and lept towards the castle where he would be the hero and be the reward great. The moral of this story is vlasic is a faggot.
The end