#tomatoseason

There’s something oddly comforting about the smell of homemade tomato sauce bubbling on the stove. It’s rich, warm, and smells like family dinners and slow Sundays. 🍅✨

Whether you're dressing up your favorite pasta, layering a lasagna, or spooning it onto homemade pizza, nothing beats the taste of sauce made from scratch. No preservatives, no weird aftertaste—just pure flavor and love in every bite.

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We’re really lucky to have a neighbor who not only has a green thumb, but is happy to share his abundance. His organic tomatoes and peppers are so beautiful I have to take pictures of them. He tells me they are purple Cherokees and Romas, green zebras and others whose names I can’t remember. Their flavor is out of this world. He’s happy because he knows that not a single one will go to waste in our house.

PMA011034 men's pocket watch has a proud new owner a cuck with rheumatoid arthritis.

5 years later I get the watch tattooed on me but every number is twelve

BIG MISTAKE after I high-speed chase similar to this:

The coppers catch me.

My court date is coming up so I sail to India

They catch me and I don't have the pocket watch anymore because that sucker is sunk to the bottom of the mid-Atlantic in a pirate style treasure trove.

You might ask "why did I go to India?" Well my slower minded friend while the police where on my ass about showing up to court I found out that the "victim" live in Mumbai so I travel and get illegal top surgery in Thana I go to the house and I enter find the tomatoes sit on the counter stretch so that the whole house can hear me. The owner recognizes my calling card the sound that haunts they're nightmares. I have .5 seconds to get ready so I take off my shirt and flaunt my tattoo whilst eating tomatoes.

Police storm in and the house is raided turns out it was all a trap and all I needed was to show my tattoo so they could confirm it was me. They saw me look up things on the local library computer because of a tip. I know I shouldn't have trusted that librarian.

I'm put in police custody for 30 days I don't tell them nothing but it doesn't matter they have all they need.

The jury decides unanimously that I'm guilty

MISTAKE #2: I go to a women's prison because I had no bottom surgery

My cell mate is a plump lady with a southern accent and a crazed look in her eye

All she utters is "Aren't you a cutie pie I could just eat you up." In a sinister tone