Yesterday, a friend brought me a cucumber the size of my arm and a zucchini the size of
Arnold Schwarzenegger's arm. My lovely friends told me to name the
zucchini Emun Elliott. I said, "If I'm going to shred it
for zucchini bread, I can't name it Emun Elliott." So they
compelled me to name the cucumber Emun Elliott. So the rest of the
day, whenever I touched Emun Elliott cucumber, everyone got the
giggles. Even worse, I told Austin I named my cucumber Emun Elliott.
He said this was fine, as long as I name my next cucumber after him.
Poor Emun Elliott, he has no idea how much joy he brings to my little
corner of the world.
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