One day my friend came in to visit me when I was working back in the juice station at a raw food restaurant in the nice part of town. There was a wheatgrass juicer, a giant centrifuge juicer, and two vitamix blenders and fruit and veggies everywhere.
“I need your help” She sat.
“I need your help” She sat.
“Want a juice?” I smiled.
“Yea, I need you to make me a parsley juice.”
“A shot?” I asked.
“No, a TALL glass. To the TOP.”
I raised my eyebrows, and headed to the walk-in fridge.
Grabbed like 10 bunches of parsley and fed them into the mastication juicer
til I filled the cup.
“Yea, I need you to make me a parsley juice.”
“A shot?” I asked.
“No, a TALL glass. To the TOP.”
I raised my eyebrows, and headed to the walk-in fridge.
Grabbed like 10 bunches of parsley and fed them into the mastication juicer
til I filled the cup.
We made a My Little Pony Escape From Catrina joke
& had a toast. She chugged half the glass. “I need to induce menstruation” bottoms up.
“I hear you need to put a fresh sprig up there every few hours too” I told her. We weren’t afraid of death, but we were afraid of pregnancy.
& had a toast. She chugged half the glass. “I need to induce menstruation” bottoms up.
“I hear you need to put a fresh sprig up there every few hours too” I told her. We weren’t afraid of death, but we were afraid of pregnancy.
She didn’t like the relationship she was in. She didn’t want to be stuck with him for the rest of her life. She certainly didn’t want to gestate his genetics. She didn’t like him like that. So she was very lucky it worked. We high-fived about it weeks later over a beer.
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