So I went apple picking a few weeks ago. Good times were had by all. Went a little nuts on the picking and had a big bucketful. Also was a lil camera happy and so many pix were taken that lovely day.
Cut to online profile photos and what to put up…well, I put up my usual suspects but since my hair has grown out a bit more, I put up some more recent ones, including one of me, smiling like I just got out of jail, holding a bucket of apples.
Why do I speak at length about my apples you ask? Perhaps it’s because a guy decided to message me about them. Oh wait. No, he didn’t. Instead he asked me for one of my peaches.
But really? My peaches? Is that a flirty, naughty euphemism? Today is NOT the day buddy. And they’re not fucking peaches.
The best bit…besides the fact they LOOK like apples, I even wrote a caption indicating my love of the pictured APPLES.
Idiot. A blind idiot. His one positive trait – within my preferred age range.
(And yes, I’m still in a pissy mood)
NEXT!!!
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