Aside: Pickle Phobia
I feel almost cruel laughing at a woman with a debilitating phobia of pickles. She’s on a talkshow, where they’re trying to cure her. (They send her to a pickle factory and bring them out on a platter, sending her in a crying scurry around the studio. The woman beside her with a mustard phobia fans her chest heavily.)
1st: She should change her name! Mariah is reserved for the heavenly Diva. the One and Only Mariah Carey.
What a fake!
2nd:from the way she describe her fear, maybe she thought pickles look like the phalluses. She oughta see them cut up, in slices. and eat them.
Am i being cruel here?