i feel like the Sir Thomas Boleyn from The Other Boleyn Girl, forcing his nieces to make a name for the family and assure us financial wealth for life. i wish that financial freedom was on it's way but, i settle with a hundred pound PUMPKIN for now. So i have to cover the girls with stockings to ward of uninvited pesky foreigns, or what i like to call "tainted" pollen. here goes nothing.
how 'bout dem apples?
- PF
- bejing i mean denver, colorado, United States
- short, bald, fat, with a brownish green thumb. just like baby poop
Saturday, August 2, 2008
cross pollination
so a few days ago i had to cut off a couple of female flowers because they had bloomed and when it comes to dogs, food, and pumpkins i say "no thanks" crossbreeding. i woke up this morning and realized there are two new females starting to bud not open yet, kind of like me when i am in a crowd...yeah right! this is a critical stage. i need to make sure that nothing fertilizes my little girls except a boy that i deem worthy of fertilization. it is a hard choice and now i know what people go through when their daughters bring home guys like me, "what is wrong with that kid," "i hope he really isn't retarded." my choice and keeping my mouth shut about the would be suitors of my girls is actually more like an "arranged marriage,"if you will. Iiam like most parents who find out their daughter is knocked up, not very PC, they want to"C-I-L-L" the boy who got his boy stuff on their daughter's stuff. i get to cut up a couple of male flowers; cut off all outside petals, and force feed my precious that beloved pollen from the perfect match for her, as to not co-mingle cucumber pollen with GREAT PUMPKIN pollen.
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