Such kind-hearted people to worry about my well being!!
The truth of the matter is, when my wife found out, she brained me with one of her copper skillets and I am now living our of a suitcase in Motel 8 with a bandaged noggin' and a migraine the size of Ethiopia . The worst part is she wouldn't let me take my dog, Bella, Or allow me to say goodbye to her. I won't even begin to describe what she did to my beloved Calabrian figs. That would be much too painful.to re-live.
Excuse me while I compose myself a moment.
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Well, I've learned my lesson the hard way. Figs are the devil, the devil I tell you. Especially the BLACK ones, Martin.
It's too late for me but not for the rest of you. Repent, I say..Repent....
Send me all of your evil, nasty figs (especially the rare types-the evilest of all) and I will dispose of them for you, so that I may redeem myself in the eyes of my wife.
Don't read below the line if you believe me.
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Ok, for the real truth: this thread is 100% satirical based on some truths. The topiary azaleas died a cruel death from our last unseasonable freeze (killing 90% of my figs as well), so my wife was actually happy that I pulled out those ugly corpses and planted something green in their place. I am emailing her this entire thread, which she will find hilarious. The part about eating my figs but complaining about the mess I make rooting cuttings is also true.