Blighttttttt.

It's like the Famine all over again.
And I need my lovely vegetables and potatoes and whatever else grows in the ground that I eat.
Bliiiighttttt.
Blight warning.
Blarghhhh.

And there is a man sitting on the ground outside my window. I shall name him Jimmy. Jimmy Fred the Sixth.
He won't wave back. And now I shall retreat into the shadows, have fun darlings.

 

W00t. I live in the west. And I hate potatoes.

 

You should be in bed my dear. Much too late.
Don't make me come over there. Would only take three hours if I broke speed limits.
lack of sleep is melting my headddd

 

i'm growing a tomato plant. it's just starting to flower. c:

good luck with your garden, flareon.

 

Daxa no!
You go the **** out there and you teach Jim a little lesson in hospitality.