So, two days ago, while i was lurking around r/storiesaboutkevin (while laughting my ass out from the suffering of those poor kevin), i suddenly had the urge to eat a pickle.

So, i went in town to buy a jar of pickle, then i came back with the jar of pickle, and then i ate the pickle…at least i tried to.

The damn jar didnt want to open up, and robotic arms started to grow from it, but i was oblivious : despite the obvious danger, i was too focus trying to open the damn jar to notice it

That was until a super kevin crashed into my house with his car, causing me to drop the jar and breaking it, allowing not only the death of the jar robot, but also the access from the precious pickle

When i looked down and saw the remain of the perfid robot, i took one of the pickle, then went to the kevin (he turn left instead of right by accident), gave the pickle to him, kissed him, and then fucked him while eating pickle

We are now happily engage, and despite the fact that he stucked himself in the fridge for the third time this week…i love him ! And now, I am currently downvoting all the r/storiesaboutkevin post, because they are written by antikevin meanie>:(

Dont forget to ask me question about this odd experience AND TO SMASH THE LIKE BUTTON AND SUBSCRIBE TO MY CHANNEL ! I WILL DO A CBT REVIEW NEXT TIME