An experiment in amateur exploits.
posted by Moodskyy at
8:17 PM
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We don't see any reason why we can't grow a garden in downtown Denver. Naive? We'll see. One of us can't even remember to take birth control everyday, and the other is always forgetting she has a job to go to. But we have a dream- one that will feed the masses, and by "masses", we don't really mean masses. Plus, it's an excuse to use fun words like hosiery, nail gun, alpaca poops, and the occasional hoe pun- any reason to prowl craigslist more often and beef up in a truck named Waylon Brawny Ford. In any case, it's a good back-up plan in case one of us ends up pregnant or unemployed.
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