Okay, this is about the most stupid, misceláneo story that you'd ever hear!
Me and random9747649 were chatting over IM. I felt like being random, so I yelled I SAWS A PICKLE!
after that, we started talking about what the heck? What pickle? So! I made this story! I've added things from the original story which I had copied and pasted into my journal. I will give tu this story, with added things, then I will cruzar, cruz a line, and paste the original one :D
______________________________________________

I was walking down the sidewalk of the Ulysses S. Grant park near the pato pond. The sun was coming to a set, it was beautiful. Then, as I looked at the duckpond to the right of me, I saw it! I green, bumpy, deal pickle, just walking around, nervously, like it was looking out for people. It didn't see me, I was behind some bushes. It stopped, and looked at the ducks, admiring the beautiful patterns on their feathers. It started walking along the ridge of the pond, so I started to follow it, being careful to stay behind the bushes. And then, I had tripped, over a large branch. It heard me. And when it saw me, it jumped into the pond and attempted to swim to the other side. But - The ducks were hungry and hadn't gotten feeden..So, on that day, I saw a conservar en vinagre, salmuera die...
I called 911. I found out information on the conservar en vinagre, salmuera after the ambulancia had taken away what was rest of him. That pickle, it was young. At only 28. He'd just gotten a job interview, and was expecting to get the job. He had his whole life ahead of him. A few days later, I had gotten an invitation to a funeral, the pickle's funeral. As I walked to the funeral Parlor, I realized that it was my fault that he had died..
I saw his wife, well, his almost wife. He and her were going to get married a mes from then, but of course, he didn't make it to see his wedding day. According to the information, They were close, their amor would probably last a lifetime. I saw his mother, crying into her purse. Every time she stopped crying, she just started crying again. I saw his father, stern, but holding back tears...then I wondered just how many people..or pickles that I had hurt..not physically, but emotionally...
On that day, The funeral for Eric, the conservar en vinagre, salmuera - closed castcic. On that day, I was murderer.
o was I....
As I walked out of the funeral parlor, I knew that I would face a brighter día tomorrow..
___________________________________________________

It was walking down the sidewalk of the Ulysses S. Grant park near the pato pond. I saw it, and when it saw me, it jumped into the pond and attemped to swim to the other side! But - The ducks were hungrey and hadn't gotten feeden..So, on that day, I saw a conservar en vinagre, salmuera die...
That pickle, it was young. At only 28! He'd just gotten a job interview, and was expecting to get the job. He had his whole life ahead of him! and as i walked to the funneral, I realized that it was my fault that he had died..
I saw his wife, well, his almost wife. he and her were going to get married a mes from then, but of corse, he didn't make it to see his wedding day. I saw his mother, crying into her purse, I saw his father, stern, but holding back tears...then I wondered just how many people..or pickles that i had hurt..not phisically, but emotionally...