Tasty once it’s ripe but watch out for the pips – they tend to drop before the fruit does.




This only works if you read it to the tune of that song about the twelve days of Christmas, and that’s when it works at all…
“On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Eight baby possums, a crappy wooden box and some tetanus shots!”

“It’s the same every damn morning! I’m trying to get to Giant Kitty Preschool and these stupid metal things are all over the place, hitting me in the feet, making loud high pitched noises at me, and what the hell is it with that middle finger thing? Well, I’ve had it! I’m going to eat every last one of these bastards if it takes me all day!”


