"They are turning into ******** gourds of mirthful pride!" The juggalo agreed, implying the punkins she had wrangled the shop owner, Nucleo, into letting her plant. To be honest, she would have gone back in the early morning and planted them in stealth, but it was far easier when the troll who's land she was intending to sanctify agreed to it.
"Do you serve the ******** delight that is punkinspice?" Punkie asked, putting on a small, somewhat embarrassed at her own indulgence, smile. While she waited the juggalo thought about the question of flavor.
"Strawberries would copulate in this b***h of an environment." She agreed, trying to think up some other flavorful herbs berries and fruits.
"There is a shitload of this ******** herb named mint, which i might capriciously add, fornicated into several bloody varieties. The plant comes in varieties like ******** apple-mint, chocolate-mint, and the goddamned ginger-mint packs a ******** punch." The juggalo got lost for a minute, in her thoughts on the topic. The mint plant was quite something. It had the base flavor of "mint" but the plant had managed to be bread to take on other subtle flavors. The most common, almost weed-like variety, was apple-mint. But it was fascinating how the plant had been bread to add flavors like spearmint, peppermint, pineapple mint, catmint, orange mint, lavender mint, and countless more. What was better was that the individual varieties of mint could be cross pollinated to create yet new things. What would a ginger-mint and a pineapple-mint hybrid taste like? She would have to bring this up to the Gardening Club, it could be quite the experiment.
Oh right, the gardening club. Punkie stood up straighter, remembering her original purpose.
"My goddamed Amonee, you do seem to have a blasphemous interest in the area of botany. Have you put your a*****e in line to think about joining a ******** club about the capricious topic?" For Punkie, that was quite subtle.
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