Photo courtesy of Shirley Lee.
Wrapper from a sweet souvenir found in Japan.
I want a bold strawberry not one of the wishy washy incipid ones.
I am not gay. I want a she.
I don’t know the divination of strawberries but I know chanting my lover’s name and eating the smallest strawberries will end up in ER.
But what if I’m in a committed relationship with some other vegetable?
Wait a MINUTE!!! These ‘strawberries’ are mushroom shaped!
Strawberries: they make you quiver with antici… PATION!
I put a trembling strawberry into my mouth. It died horribly.
If you eat strawberry jam, you will become a promiscuous tart.
If you really want to chant your lover’s name three times while eating the biggest strawberry, please do it elsewhere. And don’t forget your napkin.
I think this is strawberry blotter acid. NICE DREAMS.
I tried that with a rutabaga once and my mother-in-law appeared.
the perfect marriage of Inception and Stalking
@ Big Fat Cat: too bad, this in one for the fruits
If you take the blueberry instead, the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe.
What happens if I chant my lover’s name three times when I eat the biggest banana? Will I dream that I am kneeling by his bed?
After the Wicked Queen’s failure with poisoned apples, she turned to the ever-popular strawberries to rid the world of naive-lovesick-princesses.
I thought that’s how you summoned Beetlejuice.
Is this a recipe for strawberry quake?
Free will is the ability of agents to make choices free from the constraints of small strawberries.
Problem is . . . his name is too common (!!)
Yeah I know the divination by strawberries. Still trying to forget.
Note to self, never eat the smallest strawberry again. I see enough weird stuff in my dreams.
KY Strawberry Jelly
Despite a few errors and some dramatized uses of word, I think they worked hard to write it lol.
Mutter “rhubarb rhubarb” and you get a whole crowd of friends
So saith the Emperor.
i think the script writers for japanese visual novels are starting to run out of ideas.
If your first kiss tastes sweet-sour, you’re doing it wrong.
@Take 2. Or you are doing it upside down,
Caution! Do not substitute strawberries with other berries!
Chanting with blueberry —- will end up feeling blue.
Chanting with blackberry — will wake up with a black eye
Chanting with cranberry —- will end up cranky.
What a clever way to sell undersized fruits!
Why don’t I not try that once tonight… because I’m not gay.
Why not try? ’cause I’m allergic to strawberries, thank you.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Ahh! So those were ben-wa balls Captain Queeg was rolling in his hand.
I know strawberries are an aphrodisiac, but this is too much!
that strawberry must be freezing in the cold breeze
…Only if you copy and paste this on 50 friends facebook walls…
Your boyfriend is a fruit? That’s okay, my celery stalks.
But I’ve been hurt by so many other berries before…
Sounds like a bad acid trip to me.
Trembling? It must be scared!
I don’t like strawberries, but if my lover were to appear then I’d eat one. That makes happy love time.
Without TOTAL FAIL, or just fail?
I tried that. All that happened was that I hallucinated I was Florence Welch. It was great, though. I finally nailed singing “Cosmic Love”, and I’ve been trying to turn back into Florence Welch ever since. (This is a “personal meme”, so to speak, and only my close friends would get it, but I just had to post this here)
Wait a minute! Those directions forgot a step! Before you eat the smallest strawberry, you need to copy that text and post it on 50 Pandora band pages!
Explanation of my two previous posts: on Pandora, basically all the comments, to all songs and bands, are chain-comment trolls. One day, I lost a game of belote (a card game) with my friends and, as my penalty, had to go and repeat a Pandora chain comment. The next day, coincidence or not (hint: coincidence), I came down with a disastrous fever which culminated in me hallucinating that I was Florence Welch, the lead singer of the art-pop band Florence + the Machine. And it was fun being Florence Welch. Now and again I imagine serendipitously meeting Florence Welch – in a hotel lobby or something – and starting a conversation “Hey! I once hallucinated I was you!” and having her respond “Oh my God, you’re the guy I’ve been constantly hallucinating about!”
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