The return of pickle juice

I'm a couple of states over but in the same neighborhood. Almost every high school concession stand and convenience store in the state has single-serve pickles for sale.
The pickle juice slush sounds disgusting, though. I love pickles, and I love slushes, but the two together is not appealing. Slushes should be a sweet dessert, and I don't see how you get that from vinegary pickle juice.

 

Marketing buzz to get folks talking about Sonic, which might be the worst fast-food place in existence.

Limeades excepted.

 

Some spicy pickle juice will liven up a cheap beer for me on occasion.

 

I assumed a beloved poster was returning.

If we haven't had someone named Pickle Juice, we should

 

I swear we did, and they were unintentionally hilarious.

 

You know that this drink can only be stirred with a steak knife, right?

 

If I had to choose just one cocktail for life, it would be pickle juice with mayonnaise. [/typefitter]

 

I knew someone who would drink the bottom of cole slaw cups. Like, after the cole slaw was eaten, he'd ask if you were done and drink the liquid in the bottom.

I think these people probably have some weird form of pica.

 

We had a sports desker who would surreptitiously pick his nose while hunched over his terminal and then, when he thought nobody was watching, he would eat the booger. Four or five times a night.

Everybody was watching.

 

The news deskers had a silent code signal they could pass on when they saw someone fidgeting in their chair to position themselves to let loose an SBD.

 

I'm not sure anything's made me more uncomfortable than Joachim Low—the German football coach—getting caught on film, and then being asked at a Euro press conference about, picking his bum and smelling his finger.

 

I’m glad “My Strange Addiction” wasn’t around back then.