So there was once a guy who liked pie right?

So there was once a guy who liked pie right? And this guy basically would do anything for pie, cause you know he loves pie. So one day this guy is just walking in the neighbo

hemian girlfriend fended him off with her gloriously oiled thews, inadvertently trampling said prize-winning rhubarb. The battle lasted but a minute and Emma Jane was hard pressed

to come up with a more amusing way to prepare rhubarb paste. This paste was Emma Jane's prime ingredient for her killer rhubarb martinis. Her sinewy arms held the paste up to the

light. Ahhhh...the color is perfect. Now for the ripeness test. She raised the rhubarb high above her head 1..2..3..she brought it down on the counter with such force that

the stalk splattered as if it'd been liquefied. Deep maroon plant matter dripped down her face and torso. The broad green leaf was limp, pathetically flopped on the kitchen bench.

'HAHAHA, rest in pieces you dump plant.', she yelled in victory, the green coated knife still in her hand. She then turned around, 'Now, what did you say about being a

clingy vine", she said as she grabbed the morning glories in one hand and a scythe in the other. "Stop", the children all cried. "Let Pied Piper off on probation and we won't tell

a soul!" She was surprised by the solution they poseyed. "What it carnation!? Don't be ranunculus!" "But," the children persisted, "A peony saved is a peony earned!"

Everyone Rose, except for Daisy & Holly. The room smelled more pleasant than a Baby’s Breath. I couldn’t help but smile at how much of a pansy my brother Basil turned out to be.