Two Tomatoes in the Produce Aisle.
Tomato No. 1: Hey, I see you guys are new here. Welcome to the Produce Aisle.
Tomato No. 2: Feh! I have nothing to say to the likes of you.
Tomato No. 1: Jeez, what’s with the uppity attitude?
Tomato No. 2: Dude, we’re organic.
Tomato No. 1: So, that means you grew up waist-deep in shit.
Tomato No. 2: Flat earther!
Tomato No. 1: Douchebag!
The End
Sounds suspiciously like you and E arguing over baseball. Heh.
Comment by Teresa — November 6, 2009 @ 12:32 am
Shit. I don’t hear talking tomatoes, yet, or I would transcribe the conversations and post them on my site, too. That’s awesome.
Comment by dogette — November 6, 2009 @ 9:15 am
I would probably be Tomato No. 1. The tomato from the hard scrabble streets of Brooklyn…the tomato without the impressive sounding “JD” at the end of her name…the tomato who knows Jackie was safe. Hairboy is definitely Tomato No. 1.
Comment by Erica — November 6, 2009 @ 9:16 am
Shit, I meant Tomato No. 2. Damn, I ruined it.
Comment by Erica — November 6, 2009 @ 9:17 am
I want to know what the canned peas are saying this morning. When you get time. I know they’re crafty and elusive.
Comment by dogette — November 6, 2009 @ 10:37 am
I do not know for sure what the Tomato`s are saying but Obama`s uncle in Kenya said he passed Obama`s half brother in the Jungle…….Sorry!I guess that`s racist.
Comment by dudley1 — November 6, 2009 @ 3:20 pm