Rule #1. Herbs is pronounced “Herbs”. If you go: “Erbs”, leave, none of us has any time for snots.
That said, so me and **BigHair **get really fucked up last Wednesday, and apparently I talked to **LongDistanceBootyCall **and must’ave told her about the recent hail damage that ruined my garden. Then, its Thursday and me and **BigHair **are sittin’ out on my back-40, drinkin’ and him tellin’ me about how he’s never getting that fucked up again, and outta nowhere steps **LDBC’s **mom (whom unretired and went back to work for a nursery), with a tray of starters and tells me she’s got two more trays in her trunk. Shittin’ me?
Being the gentleman I am, I dropped a rag over my one-hitter and stash, and helped her unload (from my estimations, because I’d bought starters already this year) between $180-$225 worth of plants.
Just of the Herbs I got (doubles of most):
As a side note, when you stand downwind, it smells like someone blew chow of mint-chocolate chip ice cream at a pizza parlour, and its kinda gross.
On the pepper side:, Habenero, Seranno, Hungarian Wax, Cayenne, Red Chile, and a couplea greens ALL WITH PEPPERS ON 'EM, 'cept the Habenero… Any good for TOLERABLE salsa?
Gave away the 2 eggplants, (why 2? when 1 is too much) and all the doubles on the hot-peppers, and 8 tomatoes, and a couple cukes.
Bitches. They make me cry when they break my heart, they make me cry when they’re the best. I guess that’s why we call 'em bitches.