Where Have All the Ki-Rins Gone, or a Very Beastie Christmas

[Jack7]

All you need is a jar of pickles, and an angry woman.

Well, I got the angry woman part pretty-much nailed.
So I'll let ya know how the rest of it turns out once I go to the grocery store.

 

[Jack7]

VP, I just wanted to let you know, it didn't all work out so good. I got hold of my very best pickle, wrapped it in a real nice bow-knot, and tried to give it to my wife right before bed at which point she told me it would probably just sour on her, and not to bother.

On the up-side however nobody died and it was cheap enough gesture that I didn't lose any real money on the deal. Maybe next time I should try a sweet gherkin, or something more kosher. I think maybe it was the vinegar or something that didn't smell right to her.

It's the thought that counts though and your suggestion was worth trying out just to see what would happen.

I'd call it more like a pickle attack that died on the vine, rather than a pickle death attack. Still, maybe if I tried it when she wasn't looking...