When I was in college I decided that I would marry the first guy to bring me an eggplant. Really, seriously, this is true. I figured someone that brought me flowers did not know me very well or at all for that matter (they die, they dry up, they fall all over, you have to decide at what point to toss them-way too much for me), but an eggplant, well that says something about somebody. My sister knew this and once sent me a card that came with eggplant seeds in it, she figured she would be my back-up, but that would be illegal on two counts so I settled for the guy that brought me a pumpkin.
Seriously. This is for real. And really, I'm only one or two crackers short of a full box.
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