Dear Diary,
On a recent trip to Seattle, I crossed paths with a drag queen (or is it Drag Queen?). I was with my mom and my aunt. For whatever reason my mother insisted on driving in the big city, and I feel the need to add that she does not venture to Seattle often so her downtown city driving skills are a bit rusty. So as we're meandering through town, my aunt and mom look to the right side of the car and see a DQ. Naturally they both begin to gawk. So naturally the DQ pulls out the largest pickle (literally) you had ever seen. To give you a mental image of how big this pickle is... I think it is safe to compare to a wiffle ball bat! And what does one do with a pickle that large? Naturally one deep throats it. So that is what the DQ did! By this point, my mother has ceased applying pressure to the gas peddle and we've come to a complete stop in the middle of the intersection. Finally my mother collects her tongue and we drive off. As we leave the intersection, I can't help but explain, "That was awesome!" My mom and aunt struggle to understand why I find this experience so great, but they didn't see the whole thing from the back seat of the car!
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