Cherries and Then Some



Port-a-potty.

So after work today I went over to my friend Amanda's house where we made Mongolian Grill, Dos Amigas stylie. I have been to Amanda's house plenty of times and everytime (with the GREAT exception of the Kujo Bunny incident) has been fairly routine.

Today, however, when I arrived I noticed a port-a-potty and cherry picker parked in her driveway. How she could forget to tell me she needed a portable place to crap and easy accessibility to cherries, I just don't get. I don't think I'll ever get it.

But hey, if she eats too many cherries, she doesn't have far to go...

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