There is no smog out in the country. But there is hays everywhere.
Farming advice: be a fallower, not a weeder.
So many farm animals are shamefully raised in holes, under cow pitalism.
Islamic fundamentalists are obsessed with crop circles. Because it’s written that way in the Korn.
My friend took joint ownership in a grow-op, out in the Hempsteads. The place had gone to weed and needed grass, but after applying some THC–tender hearted care–it looked spliffy in no time.
Don’t criticize me when I talk about breeding fruit. I’m just speaking fig iteratively.
Farmers are full of hay tread.
Anyone who grows a large yam-type vegetable is in for a rutabega-ning.
If I tell you I’m afraid of apple orchards, will you tell me to grow a pear?
If you spend all your days hunched over picking tea, you’re probably Chai knees.