Fruit Platter-Opia

ok due to excessive requests for an update on this blog, i shall kindly oblige you all.

once upon a time there was a man. his name was jazzen. he enjoyed eating many fruits, such as apples, pears and strawberries. due to this weird obsessive habit, he used to have a fruit platter for dinner every night. what a lucky man he was.

one day, he decided to go overseas in search of more exotic fruits such as the greenberry and not-so-orange oranges, which were actually blue in color. he decided to go to the long lost land of fruit platteropia. upon his arrival there, he was greeted by the chief of the island.

'welcome to fruit platteropia! here you will find many kinds of fruits, such as honeydews and the like! however, you must pass our test before being allowed to pick fruits from the Orchard of Eternal Fruit." upon listening to this, jazzen immediately asked what he had to do in order to pick fruits from the Orchard of Eternal Fruit. the chief answered him simply by pointing to a hut in which many noises seemed to be coming from.

upon entering the hut, jason was greeted by many fat women. each of them held an exotic fruit in their hands, for example the abovementioned greenberries, honeydews and weird oranges, and yet others such as durians without spikes and cherries the size of his head. jazzen could not wait to hear his task. he asked, 'what do i have to do to get these exotic fruits?'

he wished that he hadnt had asked. he was told that if he wanted to eat greenberries, he would have to #@&$*@ with the person holding them. he gulped. wondered whether he would still be alive after #@&$*@. in the end, he decided that it would be a small price to pay for such a wondrous fruit.

he started on the first woman.

he was never seen since.

in memory of jazzen, who loved fruits to the end.

P.S. this post is purely fictional and any resemblance to any living persons named jazzen or sounding like it is not intended. (yeah right)

yours GL-LY and super-lamely cause u all force me to update so i dont know what to write, JESSE.