I ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hate pickle rick peko. I know what you’re thinking, this is some kind of funny joke, but no peko. Pickle rick is a piece of peko ♥♥♥♥. And I can’t even tell you how many damn times I’ve seen a great parking space only to turn the corner and realise PIckle rick is already parked there in his stupid little ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ convertible peko. He took my wife and the kids and my house and my job peko. I swear to ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ god, I’m going to kill myself and take that ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Vegetable to hell with me peko. PIckle rick has ruined my family peko. Last summer, I approached the miserable Pickle in the street, and asked him for his autograph, because my son is a huge fan peko. The ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥ gave me the autograph and told me to burn in hell peko. Later, when I gave my son the autograph he started crying and said he hated me peko. Turns out the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ didnt write his autograph, no, he wrote “you’re a piece of ♥♥♥♥, and i ♥♥♥♥♥♥ your mom peko”. I’m now divorced, and planning a huge class-action lawsuit against the green devil that ruined my life peko. Your time is almost over, Rick peko. All the people you’ve wronged will rise against you peko.