Pickle Patrol!

As part of my work-release program, I've agreed to ride the highways and enforce the laws of the man that keeps me down. Though it burns my soul, the sliver of pride that I cling to is my hog Dinah and my daily pickle ration. Someday the tides will turn, and my captors will pay for these atrocities.

Grandma says she needs new pictures, so here's a quickie slide show: