Hi, cyberspace! Yes, I did not vaporize into a shapeless cloud of steam in a puff of smoke. We– er– forgot that this site even existed for……erm…. Well, let’s say a looooong while. I actually thought that this site was the thing that vaporized. Well, now that we’ve worked out that I now exist (well in the cyber world again) , we’ll get to the post.
we canned peaches a short while ago, and I am here to make a document of this important event before we forget.
Here goes!
This is the perfect peach. Let’s call it…. Mr. Perfect P.
Here he is, no holes, bruises, or bad spots, all ready to go on a journey of a lifetime.
First, Mr. Perfect, a lovely hot tub at to your favorite temp (boiling).
Next, a dip with some other peaches in a ice-cold public pool.
(That’s Mr.Perfect there, at the top.)
Then, a soothing massage by our best artists in the art of massages.
Oh no! your skin came off?
You need a shot to (hopefully) fix the problem with your epidermis.
-wait a sec, why are you using a knife?
oh well. Into the can you go, Mr.Perfect, sir!
Here with other hurt peaches, you will experience a new high-tec healing operation with a new healing syrup.
Now we seal on the lid for germ protection,
And steam, to activate the syrup.
There! Now wait for years until someone opens the can and lets you out.
Farewell for now, Mr Perfect Peach!
END.
what? What did you expect? an elaborite ending?
