Passion is TOTALLY the best emotion. But Passion Fruit is something so much more... Its not so much sweet as it is tan, chiseled biceps and calves the size of small cantaloupes (A jealous step brother of Passion Fruit). It's the number 1 chosen fruit of the explorers who first wooed amazonian warrior women. It's the kind of sweet that you hate to love to hate to lust for. In fact, it's not really sweet at all. But it hurts so good that once, nor thrice is ever enough. Beautiful, masculine, liquid, streamlined, robust Passion Fruit. It's Passion with a capital "P" no matter how far away from the beginning of the sentence it lies. If this Passion were a color it would be transparent. That doesn't make sense? It does to Passion Fruit.
P A S S I O N...
Careful, that Passion Fruit might get you pregnant, and then get your baby pregnant. It's called a double pregnancy and Passion Fruit is the only fruit that can make it happen. Because that's what Passion Fruit does... it gets you pregnant... doesn't matter if your a dude.
F R U I T...
Passion Fruit doesn't sweat, it perspires. It doesn't fart, it emits pheromones with extra moan, and it doesn't try, it just succeeds at everything it does... without trying. But no one is ever jealous. They just understand that thats what passion fruit does... it succeeds at everything... especially love making.
Thats why Passion Fruit is my power fruit.
Oh, and my power animal is an Alpaca.
2 comments:
your a weird fuck ben... I guess I just don't understand your passionate passion for Passion F-r-u-i-t
Ben. You write a blog about passion, and yet you can't seem to bring yourselft to make a blog entry on a daily basis, as you said you would. Where is the passion in that? Or are you just the "fruit" in the word, "passion fruit?" Hmmmm.
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