Here we go….
“Oh, crap. I forget that guy’s name…”
“Which one?”
“The one with the cars. What’s his name?”
“I dunno. What about the guy who gave me hives? Do any of us remember his name?”
“I thought he died?”
“No, no. That was the guy who called me Dumb as a Table. He died. Hives man is still alive and kicking.”
“And probably searching out fruit.”
“Have you bought yourself a new tube of itch cream?”
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Berry season is soon to be upon us. This year there is actually a part of me that doesn’t want to go to berry season because I just GOT A HORSE and I’m kind of sad to leave him behind.
At any rate, I get to spend three weeks consecutively managing the field, among other duties, at a friend’s fruit farm. This job is one of the most interesting I’ve had in my lifetime, probably because of the guy who called me dumb as a table and that other guy who made me break out in hives.
Its three days until we pack our bags and leave for the fruit farm. I’m going to need novels, batteries for my MP3, my laptop so I can sqitch up the music on my MP3, a case of beer and lots and lots of valium. Valium that I refuse to share with anyone.
June 13th, 2007 at 9:20 am
It sounds like you’re in for another adventurous summer at the berry farm! Enjoy!
(maybe even tell off one or two rude people this year!)