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Aunt Tudi is shoving cantaloupe in her face and it's putrid, wafting that nauseating odour across the living room to assault my olfactory nerve. She said, "I'd offer you some of this, but I know you'd refuse."
"You love me enough not to offer me that melon," I replied. "Because it smells and tastes like arse!"
That's why I call cantaloupe arse melon. What were the Mighties thinking when they created this pod of filth? They had to have been smoking wacky weed or squorching down an unseemly amount of magick mushrooms. Either that or some of the gods hate us and want us to suffer the existence of arse melon here on what would otherwise be a perfect realm of beauty and wonder.
"You love me enough not to offer me that melon," I replied. "Because it smells and tastes like arse!"
That's why I call cantaloupe arse melon. What were the Mighties thinking when they created this pod of filth? They had to have been smoking wacky weed or squorching down an unseemly amount of magick mushrooms. Either that or some of the gods hate us and want us to suffer the existence of arse melon here on what would otherwise be a perfect realm of beauty and wonder.
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Date: 2008-07-04 02:14 am (UTC)"This is horrible. Let's see is someone will eat it!"
I hates cantalope too. Nasty...icky...bleah. Not as bad as bananas though (in my book)
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