The Old Peach Salesman

Posted by Stickwick Stapers ⋅ July 24, 2012 ⋅ 4 Comments

Filed Under college, comedy, culture, Humor, life, memories, peaches, reflections, whipping things

As I was walking down the street today, I came upon a farmer on the side of the road selling peaches from a stand.

“Sell any peaches today?” I asked,

“Not a one,” he sighed, depressed.

“You’re in a college town,” I replied. “Let me show you how to move peaches.”

I picked up a peach and whipped it at a passer-by. Soon, after about ten minutes, everybody was whipping the fruit at one another and after a while, the farmer’s stand was completely cleared of peaches. Nobody bought any, though.

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4 thoughts on “The Old Peach Salesman”

You should have suggested he cut them up and soaked them in Everclear. There would have been a stampede and money. So much money.

Posted by becca3416 | July 25, 2012, 1:13 pm

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- That was my plan A, but Everclear is illegal in Michigan
  
  Posted by Tim Kochenderfer | July 25, 2012, 7:13 pm
  
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  - I have learned there are MANY things that are illegal outside the state of Louisiana. I could get in to some serious trouble.
    
    Posted by becca3416 | July 25, 2012, 7:16 pm
hahaha 😀

Posted by itssrijana | July 25, 2012, 2:49 am

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