“I had a friend who dedicated his entire life to nurturing a lemon tree,” said Sprite.
“Nice,” replied Spectre.
“Yeah,” said Sprite. “Eighty-seven years, man and boy. Right up until the day it was struck by lightning and toppled over on top of him.”
“Damn,” said Spectre. “Did that kill him?”
“Oh aye,” said Sprite. “It was a bitter blow.”
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Ha ha, some real zest there!
Badomtish! 😀
I guess, that old saying:
“When life gives you lemons…”
Does not apply when no-one’s left to make lemonade…? :))
Ack! Heh, yup! 🙂
Chortle….
Heeee 🙂
Pretty sour ending!
Badomtish! 🙂
Groan, groan, groan! 😀
Good, good, good! 🙂
Rather sad to me!
I like your funny work. Thank you.
Thanks again Bee. 🙂
lemon tree very pretty…
Thank you Stevie. 🙂
Let’s hope that the incident doesn’t sour the ambitions of other citrus growers.
Ooooh! Badaboomtish! 🙂
I wonder what Cave Johnson’s response to being struck with a Lemon tree would be?
Aha, the lemon rant from Portal! 😀
Wow, love your pulp fiction.
Hoho! Cheers Michael. 🙂
Soooooo gorgeous. Makes me think of St Exupery but with wicked humour.
Thank you. 🙂
Bet he’s feeling bitter after that hit!
He has gone a bit sour… 🙂
Sweet little piece. Sour and bitter.
Heh, thank you. 🙂
Ouch!
Narffle. 😛