Sean Ogle is a Bitch. Wouldn’t It Be Funny If That Were the Title? It’s Not, This Post is Entirely About Me and You. WEIRD.
I’m going to drown the fucker in pickle juice. Yes, that’s what I’ve decided: humiliation by pickle juice. Except it won’t really be the pickle juice that does him in—it’ll be the whiskey. The whiskey that comes in a shot glass alongside the pickle juice, as any self-repecting Philadelphian knows. They call it a pickleback, and the first time we had one together was the year 2010. TWENTY TEN, I KNOW, RIGHT? Someday I’ll be hobbling down the sidewalk on