Thursday, September 22, 2016
Produce (with a side dish of sarcasm)
"I got a bag of Michigan apples at the store," Gloria said, holding it up for my inspection.
"Let me smell,"I said, smelling. "Well, they do smell like apples. Son of a gun, Michigan really does it right!"
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