Not quite a fruit- but it is growing… Did any of you know that a couple of years back (at yet another stage of development) Melbourne’s famous Chadstone Shopping Centre looked like this from the air?
Is there anything much funnier than a phallic fruit? I don’t know exactly why, but the phallic fruit seems to gain a lot of attention and approval…from women at least. Of refinement and maturity.
Today, minding my own business, taking care of the green grocery list, my attention was taken by this happy guy. Well he certainly seemed happy. His good humor was infectious and my smile was instantaneous…when I thought of all the people whose day would be brightened by sharing our jovial moment. It was only my duty.
Like a bandit, I surruptitiously angled Mr Eggplant and Instagrammed him. I Facebooked him. I phone messaged my husband- anything to embarrass/bring a smile to him at work. Because life is absurd!
Mr Eggplant was a popular guy. I left him perched that way to welcome future customers, because Mr Eggplant’s gift should keep on giving.
Then I remembered my 28th birthday at a Vietnamese restaurant- the one that had a special surprise for birthday girls… After dinner, they sent me out a gigantic deep-fried banana, set vertically with two giant fried icecream scoops below. All with sparklers going off. Yup. (I have photos but I refuse to inflict them here today.)
Late addition: Moving to another food group- I almost forgot about Mr Weiner’s Weiner. Unearthed in preparation for a barbecue 2 Sundays ago.
You see? Nothing but class here. This post would be so much better if you were all reading this drunk. For more in this (vein?!) please see www.accidentalpenis.com. My work here is done. *Runs away*