In Which the Psycho MuthaCam Photoshooter Meets the Perfect Fruit & Is Born Again - The End

There can simply be no more produce photoshoots after achieving the sublime, the perfect, the Pear. [I took a bag o'these babies home for noshing.]

I've done the produce thing now. Next I think I'm headed to a car wreckage yard. Or an architectural salvage yard.

Or maybe ...

possibly ...


(wait for it) ...


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