Maybe you’d be drunk too if you saw Chicken on a raft on a Monday morning, oh what a terrible sight to see
The title of this thread (fruit contains fruit) reminds me of the silly notices (as allergy warnings) found on some food containers, such as on a can of tuna: “contains fish”, or peanuts “contains peanuts/nuts”.
Ahhh, the mystical limonut! I thought they went extinct simultaneously with the brontosaurus and Pluto.
Yeah, I don’t have any bananas, not today at least.
I’ve heard there’s an island way out in the seas where babies grow on trees.
Now lemme get this straight…You put the lime in the coconut, you drank 'em both up? Where do baby trees fit in?
Deo volente, you’ll never need to find out.
They should fit nicely over in the corner. Let me see if I can get my aunt to move them there.
Because one is the loneliest number.
But it turns out two can be as bad as one.
Well, it* does *take two, baby.
Ok, a little off the rails here.
- Gay is the wrong kind of fruit for this thread
- Marvin Gaye wasn’t actually gay, hence not a fruit.
If you need a moment to reflect you should ride this big black horse to that cherry tree over there in the middle of nowhere.
Have you tried tallying them? Or maybe get a professional to do it for you?
I’ve been riding my horse out here in the desert. But at least it’s not raining. And there’s nobody around to bother us and we don’t use names.
But is there anyone to give you pain?
I got no response upon announcing myself. “I am,” I said – to no one there – and no one heard at all.
Not even the chair.
Perhaps you should buy a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner’s pies, and set off on an interurban bus, since it appears that you are lost between two shores. (Just be careful not to end up on any Brooklyn roads, especially bon a September morn!)
On a September Morn, cherries sure got the way to groove me.
Well, yeah, but then I’d have to bake a pie for that darned Billy.
I’m a professional.
But I only count potatoes.
One potato, two potato, three potato…four! Five potato, six potato, seven potato…More!
So are you too young to leave your mother?