Half a watermelon
He takes good care of it every day. He waters it and fertilizes the soil around it. As it becomes a big and healthy tree, the chemist thinks to himself: What a good chemist-tree.
No birds are growing.
It's true! When was the last time you ate a bird?
...and you know what, the germinate!
but it grows on you.
If they're unlucky, they could really get themselves in a pickle.
I wonder what kind of birds they will grow into.
Don’t worry I still have a tahini bit left
Not a single bird grew after I planted it.
We're in a bit of a pickle!
I hopped to it!
He’s calling it Sweden Sower Sauce
Because he wanted to germinate!
Please don’t make fun of my re-seeding hare line.
It grew on me
"Damn! We're in a pickle."
He's really pistachio
She said, "that's almost core-rect."
“Well actually, sesame seeds were the ingredient that made hamburgers popular. Yup. Sesame seeds were the secret to success... ever since then, they’ve been on a roll.”
It was annoying at first, but I think it grew on me!
They were bored out of their gourd.
Not quite as tragic, but it manifested into something which has haunted me at my job for years.
When I was a little kid learning about the world around me, my dad was naturally the font of all knowledge for me, He would answer all of little snippersmith's questions with his own unique insights and anecdotes teaching me of my surroundings with varying degrees of accuracy.
One day In a picture book, I encountered a photo of one of natures most bizarre creatures, the mighty duck billed platypus. Filled with curiosity of this bizarre creature and an Inability to read a young snippersmith asked his father what this creature was called, To which his father replied,
That's a Quackopotamous.....
As is a highly likely situation in day to day life the Platypus (or indeed the Quackopotamous), did not come into conversation for another 17 years, Until of course the Platypus came into conversation around the lunch table at a now grown up snippersmith's full time place of work.
I have not been allowed to forget I thought the Platypus was called a Quackopotamous, Indeed I am reminded on a daily basis by my colleagues, by my nickname Quackopotamous .
EDIT 1: Holy Cow this took off! Gold! thank you so much.
Guess you could say I'm caught in the middle of a turf war
The seed is impeccable.
But it's really grown on me
No wonder they are called the Pirates of the Carob Bean.
What a melon!
Seedless to say, I won't be planting anything tomorrow.
because it has been selectively bread.
A hollow peño
Me: yeah, they really are the pits!
"Dad, why are you buying so many peas? I don't even like peas!"
"Come on son, give peas a chance"
Thank you... I'll show myself out...
They found it
Wonder how long they will take to grow?
He was on a roll