The Pickle Juice Heist

Where would you go on a shopping spree?

Your house.

I’ll hide in the bushes…
wait for you to leave…
use the key under your welcome mat…

come inside…
like a boss…
take what I want…

open your refrigerator…
drink all your pickle juice…

put the jar back…
leave your pickles naked and dry.

On to the next one…

…….👦🖐️🍬
→ 😏💭
→ 🚪🚶‍♂️
→ 🛍️❌💵
→ 😎✋

…….👧👗
→ 🧥⬇️
→ 🪒🎁

…….🧺🧺🧺
→ 😂😂
→ 👐🌬️
→ 🎉

…….🚪🚶‍♂️
→ 🚪🚶‍♀️
→ 🚪🚶‍♂️🚶‍♀️
→ 😎💰
→ 👐👐👐

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All Rights Reserved.

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Shakespeare & Me & Slipknot (Week 18)

All’s Well That Ends Well…

Willy `•.

“My love hath sworn to me he is made of truth;
I do believe him, though I know he lies.”

Slipknot /¡\

“It took the death of hope to let you go.”

Me `’.,°~

Please—
be quiet…

while I unmake
this compass.

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All Rights Reserved.

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