Millions of Peaches

These are peaches that were foisted upon me, with near violence, by the little Russian girl. I made a pie with some of them. Here’s the some of them from which pie was made. She apparently made 8 trillion jars of jam with hers. "Peaches come in a can. They were put there by a man." Or, in this case, a peach obsessed little Russian girl. I never want to another peach again for as long as I live. No fooling. I will stab a bitch.

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One thought on “Millions of Peaches

  1. R.L. says:

    No one can obsess like a little Russian girl.

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