Wednesday, September 2, 2009

The bounty of the commonwealth.

There's an old adage that I--likely in error, correlate with the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania and hope one day to find on our license plate. It reads:

Until you've actually palmed forcefully and squeezed clean the juice of a charred lemon on a garden tomato in your hour, salt, pepper, thyme and the reproductive touch of the sun attendant, and punched your dumbass uncle out cold before he could go mushy and cry drunk you just have not tasted the Living such and such and so forth.

1 comment:

Peg said...

i am aching for that in my tummie. i think that tomato just made me preggie.