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A Man named Pickle Hammond...

It all started in pickled America.....

There once was a pickled man named Pickled Hammond. He was a pickled city bus driver

and was very happy with his pickled job.

     But one day, he had a very bad pickled problem. As he was driving the pickled bus around

the pickled town, his pickled ears were feeling funny and bothering him. After his shift, he went

down to the pickled hospital to get them checked out.



     He saw the pickled doctor and asked him what was wrong with his pickled ears. The pickled

doctor looked in his pickled ears and said: “You have a bad case of pickled earwax my pickled boy.”

Pickled Hammond looked back at the pickled doctor and said: “Pickled Sir, can you clean them for

me?” He shook his pickled head no and replied: “No pickled sir, I cannot. For you see, I am going

on my pickled vacation right now. So you have to clean them your pickled self.” With that, he then

handed him a pair of pickled cleaning tools and bolted out of the pickled hospital to his car and

drove off.



     Picked Hammond sighed as he took the pickled cleaning tools and went back to his pickled bus

to clean his pickled ears. As he got into his pickled bus however, he accidentally kicked the pickled

parking brake as he sat down, trying to clean his pickled ears as his pickled bus started to roll down

the pickled street. He felt the pickled bus moving as he tried to hit on the pickled brakes in time but

failed to do so, ending up slamming into a pile of pickled cars, causing a massive pickled pileup. He

was pulled out of the totaled pickled bus and was sent back to the pickled hospital to get pickled

medical treatment.



     After spending a few days in the pickled E.R. and recovery, pickled Hammond was finally released

from the pickled hospital and was handed over to the pickled police to be booked for causing the

pickled pileup the other day. They put him into a pickled cell at the pickled police station, holding him

overnight until they could get him to a pickled judge for sentencing. But during the night, pickled men

with masks over their faces and pickled weapons in their hands set several pickled explosives on the

wall near where pickled Hammond was being held. One of the pickled men whispered to him and said

through the set of bars:“Don't worry, we're going to get you out of there Hammond..” Three seconds

later, the pickled explosives went off and blow a huge whole in the wall as they grabbed him and took

him to their pickled van to escape.



     As the pickled police tried to catch up with the pickled getaway van, they were long gone from the

scene, hiding back to their pickled hideout to lay low for the time being. After arriving, they went into

the pickled home and relaxed, feeling safe there. Pickled Hammond looked at the men as he asked: “Who

are you?” One of the men took off his mask and said: “Hammond, its me.. Gerald!! Your best pickled

friend??” Pickled Hammond was stunned and surprised as he yelled: “What are you doing here with these

guys Gerald?? They are a pickled gang man!!” “I know. I'm the pickled leader..” Gerald replied. Hammond

sat down on the pickled couch and sighed deeply. 'How did I get into this pickled situation?' he thought

to himself as he saw one of the men get up and walked to the bathroom and dialed a number on his

pickled cellphone. He closed the door and said: “I'm at the pickled hideout, bring in the backup now!!”

Hearing someone coming, he flushed the pickled toilet and washed his hands as he came out, acting like

nothing was wrong. Hammond walked by him and smiled, going to the bathroom to change his pickled

clothes.



     A few hours later, the pickled S.W.A.T. team arrived and busted in to capture the pickled gang and

pickled Hammond. The pickled man from the bathroom laughed as he saw them going into the pickled

police van, headed for pickled jail as he said to Hammond: “I was just going to capture your friends here

for being involved with an evil pickled organization, but when they picked up you, well.. Lets just say

that you are a pickled bonus for my good work as a pickled informant..” They then loaded them into the

van and started to drive off for the station.



     As they were driving along the way, pickled Hammond noticed that his cuffs were loose. Looking over

at his friend, he whispered to him: “Gerald, are your cuffs loose too?” He shook his head no, nodding the

man next to him to hand Hammond something. He nodded back, slipping him a piece of paper that had

some numbers and words on it. “I need you to keep that safe Hammond.. they won't search you for it,”

he said to him. Hammond nodded, taking as he figured that he could be in any worse trouble than now.

But as they hit a bump in the pickled road, it knocked the men into the doors as they went flying open

from the force of them being hit, sending pickled Hammond soaring out towards the pickled ground Gerald

shouted: “Head for pickled Mexico!! They'll never find you there!!!” Hammond sighed as he started to run,

shaking his broken cuffs off as he ran towards the pickled highway, trying to find any way he could get

to pickled Mexico.



     After walking about a pickled mile or two, he finally found someone willing to give him a ride. It was

the doctor who was heading to pickled Mexico for his pickled vacation. “Oh hello there!!! How are you

doing pickled sir?? Why are you walking down the pickled highway at night?” the pickled doctor asked

him. “Well um, I was carjacked awhile back and I have been walking down the road trying to find a way

to get to pickled Mexico, for my pickled vacation...” Hammond answered. “Oh, well are you ok? Did you

call the pickled police?” “Yes I am and yes I did.. They said that they will see what they can do.” he

said in reply. “Well that is good to hear.”But as for your trip down.. I'm actually heading down that way

myself for leisure time. If you wanted, I can give you a ride down; just a way of saying sorry for leaving

you so soon in the rush that I did.” Hammond smiled as he nodded yes, getting into the pickled doctor's

pickled car and driving off towards the pickled boarder. As they drove off, the pickled doctor asked

pickled Hammond: “Say, did you ever get your pickled earwax cleaned??”



     A few pickled miles back, the pickled police and S.W.A.T. team started a search for their missing

pickled prisoner. They sent out a fleet of pickled helicopters and pickled bloodhounds to find him, but

the trail went cold as they reached the pickled highway, not finding a trance of him.



     Pickled Hammond, with the pickled doctor's help, entered into pickled Mexico without a hitch, going

their separate ways as he started to look for the name of the pickled man on the piece of paper he had,

laying low as long as he could to search for him.. But that wouldn't last very long, as the pickled S.W.A.T.

had made a call to the pickled authorities in pickled Mexico to look for what they said was a dangerous

and highly capable pickled man, lurking about in their pickled country to meet his contact and needed

to be stopped at all cost...

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A Man named Pickle Hammond...

It all started in pickled America.....

There once was a pickled man named Pickled Hammond. He was a pickled city bus driver

and was very happy with his pickled job.

     But one day, he had a very bad pickled problem. As he was driving the pickled bus around

the pickled town, his pickled ears were feeling funny and bothering him. After his shift, he went

down to the pickled hospital to get them checked out.



     He saw the pickled doctor and asked him what was wrong with his pickled ears. The pickled

doctor looked in his pickled ears and said: “You have a bad case of pickled earwax my pickled boy.”

Pickled Hammond looked back at the pickled doctor and said: “Pickled Sir, can you clean them for

me?” He shook his pickled head no and replied: “No pickled sir, I cannot. For you see, I am going

on my pickled vacation right now. So you have to clean them your pickled self.” With that, he then

handed him a pair of pickled cleaning tools and bolted out of the pickled hospital to his car and

drove off.



     Picked Hammond sighed as he took the pickled cleaning tools and went back to his pickled bus

to clean his pickled ears. As he got into his pickled bus however, he accidentally kicked the pickled

parking brake as he sat down, trying to clean his pickled ears as his pickled bus started to roll down

the pickled street. He felt the pickled bus moving as he tried to hit on the pickled brakes in time but

failed to do so, ending up slamming into a pile of pickled cars, causing a massive pickled pileup. He

was pulled out of the totaled pickled bus and was sent back to the pickled hospital to get pickled

medical treatment.



     After spending a few days in the pickled E.R. and recovery, pickled Hammond was finally released

from the pickled hospital and was handed over to the pickled police to be booked for causing the

pickled pileup the other day. They put him into a pickled cell at the pickled police station, holding him

overnight until they could get him to a pickled judge for sentencing. But during the night, pickled men

with masks over their faces and pickled weapons in their hands set several pickled explosives on the

wall near where pickled Hammond was being held. One of the pickled men whispered to him and said

through the set of bars:“Don't worry, we're going to get you out of there Hammond..” Three seconds

later, the pickled explosives went off and blow a huge whole in the wall as they grabbed him and took

him to their pickled van to escape.



     As the pickled police tried to catch up with the pickled getaway van, they were long gone from the

scene, hiding back to their pickled hideout to lay low for the time being. After arriving, they went into

the pickled home and relaxed, feeling safe there. Pickled Hammond looked at the men as he asked: “Who

are you?” One of the men took off his mask and said: “Hammond, its me.. Gerald!! Your best pickled

friend??” Pickled Hammond was stunned and surprised as he yelled: “What are you doing here with these

guys Gerald?? They are a pickled gang man!!” “I know. I'm the pickled leader..” Gerald replied. Hammond

sat down on the pickled couch and sighed deeply. 'How did I get into this pickled situation?' he thought

to himself as he saw one of the men get up and walked to the bathroom and dialed a number on his

pickled cellphone. He closed the door and said: “I'm at the pickled hideout, bring in the backup now!!”

Hearing someone coming, he flushed the pickled toilet and washed his hands as he came out, acting like

nothing was wrong. Hammond walked by him and smiled, going to the bathroom to change his pickled

clothes.



     A few hours later, the pickled S.W.A.T. team arrived and busted in to capture the pickled gang and

pickled Hammond. The pickled man from the bathroom laughed as he saw them going into the pickled

police van, headed for pickled jail as he said to Hammond: “I was just going to capture your friends here

for being involved with an evil pickled organization, but when they picked up you, well.. Lets just say

that you are a pickled bonus for my good work as a pickled informant..” They then loaded them into the

van and started to drive off for the station.



     As they were driving along the way, pickled Hammond noticed that his cuffs were loose. Looking over

at his friend, he whispered to him: “Gerald, are your cuffs loose too?” He shook his head no, nodding the

man next to him to hand Hammond something. He nodded back, slipping him a piece of paper that had

some numbers and words on it. “I need you to keep that safe Hammond.. they won't search you for it,”

he said to him. Hammond nodded, taking as he figured that he could be in any worse trouble than now.

But as they hit a bump in the pickled road, it knocked the men into the doors as they went flying open

from the force of them being hit, sending pickled Hammond soaring out towards the pickled ground Gerald

shouted: “Head for pickled Mexico!! They'll never find you there!!!” Hammond sighed as he started to run,

shaking his broken cuffs off as he ran towards the pickled highway, trying to find any way he could get

to pickled Mexico.



     After walking about a pickled mile or two, he finally found someone willing to give him a ride. It was

the doctor who was heading to pickled Mexico for his pickled vacation. “Oh hello there!!! How are you

doing pickled sir?? Why are you walking down the pickled highway at night?” the pickled doctor asked

him. “Well um, I was carjacked awhile back and I have been walking down the road trying to find a way

to get to pickled Mexico, for my pickled vacation...” Hammond answered. “Oh, well are you ok? Did you

call the pickled police?” “Yes I am and yes I did.. They said that they will see what they can do.” he

said in reply. “Well that is good to hear.”But as for your trip down.. I'm actually heading down that way

myself for leisure time. If you wanted, I can give you a ride down; just a way of saying sorry for leaving

you so soon in the rush that I did.” Hammond smiled as he nodded yes, getting into the pickled doctor's

pickled car and driving off towards the pickled boarder. As they drove off, the pickled doctor asked

pickled Hammond: “Say, did you ever get your pickled earwax cleaned??”



     A few pickled miles back, the pickled police and S.W.A.T. team started a search for their missing

pickled prisoner. They sent out a fleet of pickled helicopters and pickled bloodhounds to find him, but

the trail went cold as they reached the pickled highway, not finding a trance of him.



     Pickled Hammond, with the pickled doctor's help, entered into pickled Mexico without a hitch, going

their separate ways as he started to look for the name of the pickled man on the piece of paper he had,

laying low as long as he could to search for him.. But that wouldn't last very long, as the pickled S.W.A.T.

had made a call to the pickled authorities in pickled Mexico to look for what they said was a dangerous

and highly capable pickled man, lurking about in their pickled country to meet his contact and needed

to be stopped at all cost...