Once I was running away from my Dad hoping to escape the hiding he was about to give me. He chased me around the house. My Mom used to put green tomatoes on the kitchen window silk to ripen and sometimes one or two were forgotten there to rot. When Dad realized we could run around the house all day with all my energy, he grabbed one of the rotten tomatoes when we passed the kitchen window and threw it at me.
Surprisingly the hit against my head was soft – but the bad part was that I had rotten tomato all over me. Dad turned around and laughed. Justice was done – it was way better than a hiding.
And that’s how I got hit by a rotten tomato once.
Surprisingly the hit against my head was soft – but the bad part was that I had rotten tomato all over me. Dad turned around and laughed. Justice was done – it was way better than a hiding.
And that’s how I got hit by a rotten tomato once.
lol Rentia, can just picture it :D
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