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Bob's sister Hannah
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Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happinessâ„¢ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
A pair of tits (in case the boobies were insufficiently titillating)
Bluebird Bitterâ„¢, the beer they named for Bob
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This is why we don’t leave our cars unlocked during zucchini harvest season.
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Q. How can you tell someone doesn’t have a friend in the world?
A. You see him buying zucchini at the grocery store.
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🤣🤣🤣 Brilliant!!!
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Bwahahaha! Love it 🙂
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Maybe I’ve been preparing it wrong all these years, but I have never Gotten It about zucchini!
(Nor about eggplant, either: Ratatouille used to be one of the things I gave up every year for Lent!)
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😀
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Reblogged this on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog and commented:
One for the gardeners / veggie growers out there, courtesy of BlueBird 😂
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😀 😀 😀
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BWAHAHAHAH!! 😆 I need to put up that “Leave zucchini and you’ll be shot” on my screen door again this year…
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Humor imitating life! That’s great!
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LOCK YOUR CAR DOORS WHEN YOU GO TO CHURCH!!
Or else…
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Does it seem to you there’s always more zucchini than you planted? 😀 — Suzanne
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Always. 🙂
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