savagemama: You can squeeze our peaches

I have 80 pounds of peaches sitting on my front porch. Excessive? Maybe, but when I bit into the first one tonight I couldn’t help but smile. The T-shirt read: You can squeeze our peaches but you can’t beat our meat.

It was my first job. I worked at a one part gas station, one part fruit stand, one part butcher shop in my hometown. Luckily, I never actually had to wear one of those shirts. They were mostly lore among the other teenagers I worked with but I did once see one. There it was – a saying – a little lewd, a little funny but splashed across a yellow shirt with giant, faded peaches on it. Read More »