This is the tomato I picked yesterday from our garden. It had split, and I had put it into a container of water along with the cucumbers, green beans, pole beans and lettuce I'd picked. I never got around to doing anything with them until this morning. The split in the tomato caused a bit of white mold to form, and when I was examing the split, I noticed that the tomato appeared to be smiling at me.
Since I'm a weirdo, I started talking to the tomato. I pretended the tomato was talking to me too, kind of like a ventriloquist might do with a dummy (hey, I know what you're thinking....stop it!) Ever since God opened my eyes to the truth, I don't have any friends, my family avoids me at all costs, so God sent me a tomato friend that I could speak to for a moment. Apparently He can raise up witnesses out of stones (Luke 19:40) AND raise friends up out of the tomato garden.
Long before this joke was used in the film 'Pulp Fiction', I had heard this joke, and I told it to my tomato friend:
Three tomatoes are walking down the street- a poppa tomato, a momma tomato, and a little baby tomato. baby tomato starts lagging behind. poppa tomato gets angry, goes over to the baby tomato, and smooshes him... and says, catch up!
Although he was still smiling, he didn't really laugh, so I smooshed him, and we had him for dinner with fries.
If you don't 'get it', then please......CATCH UP !
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8 comments:
I have to say, I don't usually laugh out loud while at my computer ( because I'm a wierdo, too ) but I did "LOL" at that one.
Very good.
Tracy
Of the many graces God grants, laughter is one that I am continually and fervently grateful. I'm glad He allowed me to share it with you!
Pretty cute, Renee! That tomato is a nice shade of red too! Looks yummy!
The best friend I ever had over for dinner.
Oh yes, red and yummy. ;-)
My tomatoes split fairly often, but none as cheerfully as yours. I have to say that's the 3rd time this week I've heard that joke, must be a classic!
Apparently the joke is in summer re-runs ;-)
Ok, first, you have had me over for dinner - so I am offended.
Second, we need to send you a volleyball. You can call him "Wilson".
Michael
If I had a volley ball I would undoubtedly talk to it more than I would volley it. I would name it Mr. Bill.
Oh Nooooooooooooooooo (said in my best high squeaky voice)
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