Laura and I were chatting the other day and I was telling her about my friend, the pecan farmer. Laura thought it was weird that I knew a pecan farmer. Not that I knew a pecan farmer per se, but that pecans needed farming. But they do.
I actually talked to pecan farmer over the weekend and relayed this story. He said yep, he still has the biggest and best nuts in New Mexico.
This is the guy who made me a bong out of a potato.
His was also the first penis I saw at college. Not because we fooled around or anything, but because sometimes at parties, he would walk around with his pecker hanging out of his pants for fun.
And if I would've kissed him, there was a 60% chance I could've tongued out the fake teeth he had.
If you had told me when I first met the pecan farmer that I would still be talking to him nine years later, I would not have believed you. I would've said that you had pecans in your head.
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We want to raise pecans once we get the cow farm...two crops for one. Pecans are big business in Oklahoma.
I could've done without the teeth part...gross.
Pecans and cows and farms, oh my. You should combine the pecans and the milk from the cows in some way for something to make you famous. Maybe you could be an article in People Magazine.
And yeah, the teeth part is gross But you get a full picture of the guy who may have handled your pecans.
yuk...
pecan milk
pecan cheese
the possibilites are endless
Oh Laura, I am glad you liked the word pecker. Use it today, it'll be awesome.
And you don't have change your blogs, I have just learned to read one.
I wish Laura would let me know where her other blog was..she certainly doesn't update xanga...
Her other blog is on myspace and she doesn't update that either. It's the same stuff from xanga.
She's just too busy to tell us anything about her life. Either that, or she thinks she's too good for us.
damn Laura...too good for us...
Haha...or so she likes to think. Muwahahaha.
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