The idea of a pickle juice popsicle is…interesting. But according to their website, some children in San Antonio would be willing to end your life to get their hands on one. Pickle Sickles, the new crack? You decide…
Here is the Pickle Sickle mascot, Pickle Sickle Bob. You’ll notice his cap, repping for his gang of choice. Also he’s wearing gloves, perhaps so that he leaves no fingerprints? He sure looks like he’s throwing up gang signs too! And lastly, there’s a backpack on his back, but what is in it? Guns? Money? Drugs? Dead children who got whacked out of their mind on that sour juice? Maybe. One thing is for sure, this guy is a criminal, perhaps even a terrorist. And he’s pushing his addictive treats on our kids!
And what about the kids? These two sure looks like tough customers. Is there any doubt that the one on the left would kill you for just a taste of that sour sour juice? And how about the girl, grown giant off of pickle juice enzymes…SHE’S ONLY SIX YEARS OLD!
Watch your children, beware if you see them sporting black shirts with pickle related imagery on them. Smell their clothes for telltale scents of vinegar. And if you hear them using slang (such as “the gerkin”, “sours”, “rotten cucumbers”, “green icicles”, “the dill weed”, “green goblins”, “cold greens”, vineger phizzes”, and many others) or if you see any wrappers, get them to a drug counseling center right away! And if you hear this song bumping from their speakers, it may already be too late!