Look. At. Those. Eggplants. I know--they're weird!
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2 comments:
Is it just me, or is there something very sensual, even erotic, about a lot of these postings? Full, curvy vegetables; sweaty work; voluptuous clouds; sniffing your pickles... Who would have thought farming was so naughty?
Farming is definitely more sensual than office work. Beside the whole physical aspect of using your body, there are the uncanny resemblances of some vegetables to other forms (I have a hard time keeping a straight face while harvesting daikon, for example), as well as the kind of close conversations you don't get around to having over the bubbler.
The pickle sniffing, though... I just can't explain that.
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