CHARACTERS
People across the world have distinctive characters and just like Star Signs, they act, think, and look alike.
Each have special nicknames according to their behaviors.
Next up we have THE FEMALE PICKLE, is this you?
Meet: The Female PICKLE
Pickle has do-it-yourself tinted hair and with limited proficiency in most things, the hair is typically split and dry, with no definite style, it hangs limply and thinly around the face. Her features are good, owing to excellent bone structure in the face and body with a nice mouth, disfigured by the cigarette consistently dangling out the corner. This habit has given her mouth a one-sided droop, creating a permanent grimace. The teeth are brittle and stained and 'ashtray breath' is a common condition. Her eyes are small and expressive, while the ears and nose are slightly generous.
Her over-all appearance looks healthy with a flushed pink complexion; however, this blush is deceptive and is attributed to excessive blood circulation around the body pumped extravagantly by an over-worked heart. Stimulus brought on by a gluttonous appetite for wine and other translucent alcohol-based beverages, plus a high nicotine intake has resulted in a speedy heartrate with shortness of breath. Pickle actually has a tight, rather dry skin and scalp which comes complete with an itch thereon particularly when she sweats. Nevertheless, she generally has a well-proportioned body, with ample breasts, as Pickle does HER aerobics whenever she gets stoned and that is regularly and frequently.
With award-winning perseverance, she has achieved the ‘smoker’s cough’ or ‘hack’ that occurs with heavy smoking accompanied by the notorious ‘cracking voice’ which sounds so diseased when heard over the phone and to poison your lungs with such systematic consistency over so many years takes real guts or real stupidity, the latter in this character example one would suspect.
Pickle is the common ‘slut’ of the neighborhood that we all read and hear about, men find her irresistible as they instinctively presume, she is ‘easy,’ as her personality suggests and by the clothes, she almost wears. Clothing across the wardrobe are worn two sizes too small and while ‘gardening’ she will bend over in her inadequate skirt and behold, there will be her panties on display and for all to see and not necessarily admire. Some men find this panty-presentation interesting while women find it disgusting. SLUT is Pickle’s last name.
She has an insatiable appetite for liquor bordering on ‘Alcoholic’s Anonymous’ and while on a binge it ordinarily ends up with her performing a rather vulgar exhibition that would make a hooker proud and envious at the same time. When bombed, integrity, brains and chastity disappear, followed eagerly by clothing, pealing garments off faster than a stripper with nothing to lose and if there is the convenience of a pool or even the ocean close by, (a hose pipe will do) in she will go, as naked as eve on her first day, looking like a goddess in the moonlight and thankfully for her neighbours in the cover of darkness, the spectacle could only be appreciated by someone in the same condition.
Married or not she behaves in roughly the same way, her husband’s friends and brothers will do just fine when she is ‘on her ear’ and teasing them with lustful eyes and lascivious mouth makes her feel beautiful and as the male gathering as a matter of course are on their plonks similarly, she becomes their fantasy woman and as lust takes over, she materializes into an alcohol-induced enchantress and with ‘no holes barred,’ it’s every man for himself.
When the husband decides he’s had enough of it all he gets rid of them and at last they are left alone, she then gives her husband a private show, which has him wanting her as much as his friends, this results in a passionate, yet somewhat crude and clumsy coupling, the husband at this time thinks he has died and gone to heaven, at least until the dawning when the piercing brilliance of the morning sun and all it’s gasses pour through the window.
Pickle lies atop the duvet, totally naked, the husband squints down at his dearest and is a little dumbfounded at the vision lying defunct before him, Pickle looks like a day-old corpse, her mouth is hanging open as she battles to breath after filtering 2 packs of 30 cigarettes last night, and her whole body is sagging and creasing with a complexion that has expired, this sight compared to the seductive mermaid of last night comes as a bit of a shock, the husband can’t wait to have a bath and go for a drive.
Pickle’s mouth has dried up along with everything else and feeling much like a public toilet after an air show, her vision is faulty with bulging, near-to-bursting, blood-filled Ping-Pong balls that were once organs of sight, clearly about to explode from her head, coupled with a blinding headache and errant heart beat she stumbles naked to the kitchen to slake a thirst that just won’t quit. Parched and fatigued she could just lie there and die there on the cold kitchen floor, the fizzy cola she pours down her rasping throat puts further strain on her system which has more or less shut-down in disgust. It’s going to be another long day for Pickle, make no mistake.
She keeps to herself and has few or no female friends, but she has troupes of men who appear on the scene like the sardine run in winter, they seem to be drawn to her house by something other than an invitation, and one can identify this behavior within the animal kingdom, specifically the domestic dog and a bitch who has entered ‘the odoriferous stage.’ The men immediately try and become the husband’s friend and best buddy, by offering some kind of favor or help, yet behind the husbands back, they philander and grope fearlessly for Pickle’s nether regions and will ‘do it’ whenever and where ever they can, all she has to do is name the time and the place. Her admirers are eager beavers and persistent to say the least. She is their seductress, and they imagine they can ‘get it’ with no strings attached and because Pickle is blatantly sexual when inebriated, she pushes buttons that were, under normal circumstances repressed for the sake of decency, bringing excitement and stimulation into their otherwise apathetic lives, they come alive with anticipation and expectation. These men are usually thoroughly bored in their own marriages and because of Pickle’s salacious performance they imagine she wants them just as much as they want her and that thought alone gives desire a healthy kick in the pants. While drunk, she runs the risk of having sex with a strange man and then regretting it rather bitterly, blaming her predicament on everyone else and principally her husband who she feels neglects her. Surprisingly, she has a powerful conscience which thankfully inhibits her from too many rendezvous and orgies.
All jobs and projects undertaken by Pickle end up looking like crap, without the skill, knowledge, or the concentration to complete a task with precision it invariably ends up on the tasteless and mediocre heap. Believing she is talented and artistic, various things are attempted and displayed, unfortunately each and every one is a complete failure. Sober, critical eyes can see these efforts for what they are, haphazard, random works, by someone who is obviously defective.
Smoking is successively destroying her body and although aware of the facts, chooses to ignore them as the alternative is not worth thinking about (how would she concentrate). Being totally dependent on cigarettes and having rock-bottom ego, at the slightest dilemma, she reaches for her fags, which calms and comforts her, and she would walk to hell and back several times over, if she were ‘out of smokes.’ The rancid whiff of musty cigarette smoke prevails throughout her home, while the roof and curtains are stained yellow from the effluvium.
Walking bare foot in public and in supermarkets are also a common distinctive, this is a defiant gesture to women and an invitation to men, improbable as that may seem, women see this as cheap and not worth their attention, while some men see it as invitational and sexy. Dismally however, a woman with bare, dirty feet, untidy hair and a fag stuck half in and half out the mouth gripping a 5 litre container of wine in one hand and clutching 4 packs of cigarettes in the other paints an aficionado like no other.
She has a spiteful edge when smashed, her neighbours usually become her target and they are treated to cigarette butts flicked over the fence and beer cans that appear mysteriously in their back and front yard along with other litter Pickle decided to toss when courage was at a premium the night before. To her feeble imagination, she assumes they are condemning her incessantly because of her wild behavior and her latest infraction, where she sang vociferously and drunkenly along with the singer on the CD well past midnight. This unrestrained conduct is retribution for her husband’s negligence and for staying out late at night, evidently the strain of watching Pickle drink and smoke herself into yet another indelicate spectacle is probably more than any man can face night after night. Her hi-fi then becomes her ‘friend’ and turning the volume all the way round she vocalizes boisterously and with an attitude that shouts defiantly, “to hell with all of you,” her mood and expectation is so high at this stage she anticipates the music and sheer desire will bring a man to her door, rather like a knight in shining armor and then she can be what she wants to be and that is the happy hooker.
CHARACTERS
People across the world have distinctive characters and just like Star Signs, they act, think, and look alike.
Each have special nicknames according to their behaviors.
Next up we have THE FEMALE PICKLE, is this you?
Meet: The Female PICKLE
Pickle has do-it-yourself tinted hair and with limited proficiency in most things, the hair is typically split and dry, with no definite style, it hangs limply and thinly around the face. Her features are good, owing to excellent bone structure in the face and body with a nice mouth, disfigured by the cigarette consistently dangling out the corner. This habit has given her mouth a one-sided droop, creating a permanent grimace. The teeth are brittle and stained and 'ashtray breath' is a common condition. Her eyes are small and expressive, while the ears and nose are slightly generous.
Her over-all appearance looks healthy with a flushed pink complexion; however, this blush is deceptive and is attributed to excessive blood circulation around the body pumped extravagantly by an over-worked heart. Stimulus brought on by a gluttonous appetite for wine and other translucent alcohol-based beverages, plus a high nicotine intake has resulted in a speedy heartrate with shortness of breath. Pickle actually has a tight, rather dry skin and scalp which comes complete with an itch thereon particularly when she sweats. Nevertheless, she generally has a well-proportioned body, with ample breasts, as Pickle does HER aerobics whenever she gets stoned and that is regularly and frequently.
With award-winning perseverance, she has achieved the ‘smoker’s cough’ or ‘hack’ that occurs with heavy smoking accompanied by the notorious ‘cracking voice’ which sounds so diseased when heard over the phone and to poison your lungs with such systematic consistency over so many years takes real guts or real stupidity, the latter in this character example one would suspect.
Pickle is the common ‘slut’ of the neighborhood that we all read and hear about, men find her irresistible as they instinctively presume, she is ‘easy,’ as her personality suggests and by the clothes, she almost wears. Clothing across the wardrobe are worn two sizes too small and while ‘gardening’ she will bend over in her inadequate skirt and behold, there will be her panties on display and for all to see and not necessarily admire. Some men find this panty-presentation interesting while women find it disgusting. SLUT is Pickle’s last name.
She has an insatiable appetite for liquor bordering on ‘Alcoholic’s Anonymous’ and while on a binge it ordinarily ends up with her performing a rather vulgar exhibition that would make a hooker proud and envious at the same time. When bombed, integrity, brains and chastity disappear, followed eagerly by clothing, pealing garments off faster than a stripper with nothing to lose and if there is the convenience of a pool or even the ocean close by, (a hose pipe will do) in she will go, as naked as eve on her first day, looking like a goddess in the moonlight and thankfully for her neighbours in the cover of darkness, the spectacle could only be appreciated by someone in the same condition.
Married or not she behaves in roughly the same way, her husband’s friends and brothers will do just fine when she is ‘on her ear’ and teasing them with lustful eyes and lascivious mouth makes her feel beautiful and as the male gathering as a matter of course are on their plonks similarly, she becomes their fantasy woman and as lust takes over, she materializes into an alcohol-induced enchantress and with ‘no holes barred,’ it’s every man for himself.
When the husband decides he’s had enough of it all he gets rid of them and at last they are left alone, she then gives her husband a private show, which has him wanting her as much as his friends, this results in a passionate, yet somewhat crude and clumsy coupling, the husband at this time thinks he has died and gone to heaven, at least until the dawning when the piercing brilliance of the morning sun and all it’s gasses pour through the window.
Pickle lies atop the duvet, totally naked, the husband squints down at his dearest and is a little dumbfounded at the vision lying defunct before him, Pickle looks like a day-old corpse, her mouth is hanging open as she battles to breath after filtering 2 packs of 30 cigarettes last night, and her whole body is sagging and creasing with a complexion that has expired, this sight compared to the seductive mermaid of last night comes as a bit of a shock, the husband can’t wait to have a bath and go for a drive.
Pickle’s mouth has dried up along with everything else and feeling much like a public toilet after an air show, her vision is faulty with bulging, near-to-bursting, blood-filled Ping-Pong balls that were once organs of sight, clearly about to explode from her head, coupled with a blinding headache and errant heart beat she stumbles naked to the kitchen to slake a thirst that just won’t quit. Parched and fatigued she could just lie there and die there on the cold kitchen floor, the fizzy cola she pours down her rasping throat puts further strain on her system which has more or less shut-down in disgust. It’s going to be another long day for Pickle, make no mistake.
She keeps to herself and has few or no female friends, but she has troupes of men who appear on the scene like the sardine run in winter, they seem to be drawn to her house by something other than an invitation, and one can identify this behavior within the animal kingdom, specifically the domestic dog and a bitch who has entered ‘the odoriferous stage.’ The men immediately try and become the husband’s friend and best buddy, by offering some kind of favor or help, yet behind the husbands back, they philander and grope fearlessly for Pickle’s nether regions and will ‘do it’ whenever and where ever they can, all she has to do is name the time and the place. Her admirers are eager beavers and persistent to say the least. She is their seductress, and they imagine they can ‘get it’ with no strings attached and because Pickle is blatantly sexual when inebriated, she pushes buttons that were, under normal circumstances repressed for the sake of decency, bringing excitement and stimulation into their otherwise apathetic lives, they come alive with anticipation and expectation. These men are usually thoroughly bored in their own marriages and because of Pickle’s salacious performance they imagine she wants them just as much as they want her and that thought alone gives desire a healthy kick in the pants. While drunk, she runs the risk of having sex with a strange man and then regretting it rather bitterly, blaming her predicament on everyone else and principally her husband who she feels neglects her. Surprisingly, she has a powerful conscience which thankfully inhibits her from too many rendezvous and orgies.
All jobs and projects undertaken by Pickle end up looking like crap, without the skill, knowledge, or the concentration to complete a task with precision it invariably ends up on the tasteless and mediocre heap. Believing she is talented and artistic, various things are attempted and displayed, unfortunately each and every one is a complete failure. Sober, critical eyes can see these efforts for what they are, haphazard, random works, by someone who is obviously defective.
Smoking is successively destroying her body and although aware of the facts, chooses to ignore them as the alternative is not worth thinking about (how would she concentrate). Being totally dependent on cigarettes and having rock-bottom ego, at the slightest dilemma, she reaches for her fags, which calms and comforts her, and she would walk to hell and back several times over, if she were ‘out of smokes.’ The rancid whiff of musty cigarette smoke prevails throughout her home, while the roof and curtains are stained yellow from the effluvium.
Walking bare foot in public and in supermarkets are also a common distinctive, this is a defiant gesture to women and an invitation to men, improbable as that may seem, women see this as cheap and not worth their attention, while some men see it as invitational and sexy. Dismally however, a woman with bare, dirty feet, untidy hair and a fag stuck half in and half out the mouth gripping a 5 litre container of wine in one hand and clutching 4 packs of cigarettes in the other paints an aficionado like no other.
She has a spiteful edge when smashed, her neighbours usually become her target and they are treated to cigarette butts flicked over the fence and beer cans that appear mysteriously in their back and front yard along with other litter Pickle decided to toss when courage was at a premium the night before. To her feeble imagination, she assumes they are condemning her incessantly because of her wild behavior and her latest infraction, where she sang vociferously and drunkenly along with the singer on the CD well past midnight. This unrestrained conduct is retribution for her husband’s negligence and for staying out late at night, evidently the strain of watching Pickle drink and smoke herself into yet another indelicate spectacle is probably more than any man can face night after night. Her hi-fi then becomes her ‘friend’ and turning the volume all the way round she vocalizes boisterously and with an attitude that shouts defiantly, “to hell with all of you,” her mood and expectation is so high at this stage she anticipates the music and sheer desire will bring a man to her door, rather like a knight in shining armor and then she can be what she wants to be and that is the happy hooker.