Real Watermelon
Jersey Shore Fightin’ Texas Aggie Ring and I purchased one of those GMO seedless watermelons the other day. We sliced it open and it was beautiful. When we stuck a fork into it, it was nice and crisp. Then… we tasted it. There was absolutely no flavor. None. We threw the melon away.
Aggie Ring has a “business associate” up here on the Jersey Shore who has a “certain set of skills.” He can get us anything. Anything! Not without a cost though. Aggie Ring made a call to his home, kissed his Rutgers Ring and asked him to get us two legitimate watermelons with seeds.
“I will do this for you Aggie Ring.” the gentleman said as he was smoking his cigar. “However, you will be asked one day to return the favor.”
“Consider it done Sir.” the Aggie Ring said boldly.
“Come back tomorrow after 9 a.m.” the gentleman with the “certain set of skills” told Aggie Ring.
When Aggie Ring returned home with the legitimate seeded watermelons, he immediately sliced one open and tasted it. Aggie Ring wanted to cry. It was like eating sweet sugar. It reminded Aggie Ring of the melons he used to buy out of the back of a pickup truck alongside the highway whenever he’d drive through Hempstead, Texas.
“There’s nothing like the taste of a real watermelon.” exclaimed Aggie Ring.
Real Watermelon
Jersey Shore Fightin’ Texas Aggie Ring and I purchased one of those GMO seedless watermelons the other day. We sliced it open and it was beautiful. When we stuck a fork into it, it was nice and crisp. Then… we tasted it. There was absolutely no flavor. None. We threw the melon away.
Aggie Ring has a “business associate” up here on the Jersey Shore who has a “certain set of skills.” He can get us anything. Anything! Not without a cost though. Aggie Ring made a call to his home, kissed his Rutgers Ring and asked him to get us two legitimate watermelons with seeds.
“I will do this for you Aggie Ring.” the gentleman said as he was smoking his cigar. “However, you will be asked one day to return the favor.”
“Consider it done Sir.” the Aggie Ring said boldly.
“Come back tomorrow after 9 a.m.” the gentleman with the “certain set of skills” told Aggie Ring.
When Aggie Ring returned home with the legitimate seeded watermelons, he immediately sliced one open and tasted it. Aggie Ring wanted to cry. It was like eating sweet sugar. It reminded Aggie Ring of the melons he used to buy out of the back of a pickup truck alongside the highway whenever he’d drive through Hempstead, Texas.
“There’s nothing like the taste of a real watermelon.” exclaimed Aggie Ring.