So after the frostbite forced the surgeons to amputate every finger on little Jessica’s right hand, everyone thought it was going to be the end of the world. How would she do this and that? How would she survive? What would become of her? But Jessica didn’t let anything stop her. With her left hand, she opened a jar of pickles, affixed five to her right hand, and learned to use that hand all over again. When she was 18 years old she wrote her inspirational autobiography, “In A Pickle”, and with the proceeds bought herself some really nice stuff.
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Note: In a sort of wacky twist of fate, it so happens that I find myself in a pickle today. Figuratively, of course. I haven't been literally in a pickle since September of 1992, but I can't go into that right now. You see, I'm at a cybercafe, because for some reason I don't have internet access at home today. I'm
pickled tickled pink over the coincidence.
fresh-baked at 12:07 PM