Romeo:
But soft, what light through yonder pickle breaks?
It is the east, and Bicks is the sun.
Arise, fair Bicks, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with blandness.
That thou, her maid, art far more tasty than she.
Juliet:
It hath been said that there art a lot of salt in yon pickle
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Oh ha ha ha. Is this joke still funny all this time later?
Yep.
Once, along a pale and dusty road a traveling salesman was hawking his wares. Pickles in brine! he shouted. The Greatest pickles this side of the city! he continued. A young, pig-tailed girl sauntered up to him, trailing her little brown beagle behind her, and she looked up at the salesman and said "Hey mister, there's lots of salt in those things. You ought to sell pies!" and with that she skipped away, leaving the salesman to ponder his salty wares.
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