My tomatoes keep calling out to me "pick me while green and fry up your mouth watering fried green tomaters!!!!" and I say "no no no not yet...I must first get some tasty red ones and THEN I will pick your plump butt off the vine" and they respond, "you know you want us...you can let the late ones turn red...we are the first of the season and therefore the freshest and sweetest..."
"Stop", I say"leave me alone!!!! you must stop beckoning me with the temptations of the weak flesh and tastebuds."
AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH
life is so freakin difficult!
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