“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU USED MY LAST PICKLE IN YOUR VAGINA??”

(I yell at my friends mom, I had taken a jar of pickles to their house and I was planning to eat the last one but no.)

“IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!!”

(She yells back with a long groan slapping her hand against her forehead, glaring at me, as if I was the one to stuff a pickle up my cooch, I whip my head around as i glare back, walking up to her)

“HOW CAN THAT BE AN ACCIDENT?? IT CANT JUST GROW LEGS AND CRAWL UP THERE!!”

(I yell back my words dripping with anger and confusion)

“WELL- It- got stuck.”

(I raise my eyebrow as I look down at her pants then back up to her eyes, the realization hits me as my jaw drops)

“IS IT STILL UP THERE??”