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I was peeling carrots the other day and pulled this one out of the bag…
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Produce shouldn’t have legs.
Arms?
Thanks Monsanto.
😳
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I was peeling carrots the other day and pulled this one out of the bag…
.

.
Produce shouldn’t have legs.
Arms?
Thanks Monsanto.
😳
.
Proof positive you can find blog fodder everywhere.
Not being a Slim Jim or pork rind fan I passed on these…

I mean, hey… I like spicy food.
But not hot enough to make my pig squeal.
Then there was this –

A clever ad gimmick for Walking Dead fans, but I can turn into a zombie by drinking just about anything.
No apocalypse necessary.

I did buy these lemons.
Although I was little disappointed they didn’t have seed spitting lips.
Next time I’ll look for the GMO versions.
They’re always more interesting.

And finally, back to the liquor aisle.
While the name Screwball caught my attention….

I could come up with no reasonable explanation for adding peanut butter to a perfectly good whisky.
That’s just wrong.

I’ve never met a flower I didn’t like, so I never pass a nursery without stopping in to check out the new arrivals.
The other day?
This made me laugh.

Best name for manured soil…
Evah!

And then there was this little succulent…

Who clearly wanted a hug.

When I got home that afternoon and saw all the dandelions popping up on our lawn, I lamented the fact that we don’t use chemicals for weed control.
But then I saw this out our bedroom window.
Bless his little Chucker heart.
He wandered around and ate every bloom he saw.
Suck on that Monsanto!

I knew it!