My name is Sanchez Pickle. I’m 70 years old. My house is in Seattle, Washington, where all the families are, and I am not married anymore. I turn myself into a pickle for various reasons, and I get home every day by 12 AM at the latest. I smoke tons of weed, and I’m addicted to alchohol too. I’m in bed by 1 AM, and make sure Morty gets no fucking sleep, no matter what. After reassuring that I am very cool and I killed god, I usually have no problems sleeping until morning. Just like the pickle I am, I wake up with extreme headaches and anal pain. I defenestrated myself at my last check-up. I’m trying to explain that I’m a person who wishes to live a very careless life. I take care to trouble myself with everyone, and hate making friends. But you my friend, you must be weezing, I turned myself into a cucumis anguria to proove something. I forgot what I wanted to proove, but now I’m a fucking pickle. I’m Pickle Rick! This is how I deal with life, wubba lubba dub dub! Suck my cock morty!