packels
When you get so many pickles you start talking like a pickle. It’s like your brain got pickled and now it’s stuck.
My neighbor has packels. He talks like a pickle. He says, ‘I’m gonna pickle you.’ I think he’s a pickle dad.
My brother has packels. He eats pickles for breakfast and drinks pickle juice for lunch. He’s like a pickle monster.
My mom has packels. She picked up my brother and threw him into a jar of pickles. I think she’s a pickle mom.
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