Strawberry thoughts.

Why is it that you can never get a package of strawberries where

more than half of them are edible?

Every time there's like 3 that are white and green, so you can't eat them...

and if your like me you can't eat any of the ones touching them. 

Then there are the ones on the bottom who should have never 

taken that seat to begin with because they're small and weak 

and could not support the weight of their brothers and sisters above them. 

To visualize this better, imagine what would happen if 

a retarded cheerleader with some sort of muscle disorder 

was at the bottom of one of those pyramids. 

All it would take is a butterfly to float by and...

Do you realize that somewhere it's someones job, 

their whole life, to grow and produce strawberries?

And not as a hobby like your grandmother and her gardening club do.

They grow them all day and night non stop.

They pick, plant, pick and plant in a never ending cycle 

that produces tens of millions of strawberries every week. 

What if they have like strawberry deadlines and emergencies?

Like the manager gets a phone call and gathers the staff. 

"That was Smuckers, they need 50 million strawberries 

by weeks end."

And then like a loud siren goes off.

People start rushing around and panicking.

Mexicans start getting whipped.

Someone shouts, 

"Where are the seeds? Where are the fucking seeds!!!"

Madness ensues.