My buddy don gave me a box of wild plums. By box I mean, giant fucking box of plums.
15 jars of Ginger plum jam, 7 jars plum BBQ sauce, 2 bottles plum infused vodka, 2 bags of pie filling, and some plum ice cream later… the box of plums has been defeated.
OK, almost defeated. Because it wouldn’t be complete without silly labels.