Country girls have to ponder the corb
Courbtry gorbs morb dourb
“Everything’s on a cob. The WHOLE PLANET’S on a cob, Morty we gotta go!”
You all laugh, but this is a rare artifact known only to those of us allergic to corn.
This is the corny hand grenade of Antioch, and if you throw it at a person allergic to corn, we simply vanish from this plane.
Jokes on you tho. If you do that, you’ll miss out on my killer loot.
“Please tell your operatives to refrain from using explosives, Commander.”
Ponder the corb.
In British English it’s “courb”, though
Would.
Sometimes I think we should let scientists fuck with the genetics of plants to make cool weird new food, like they have to be sold in their own shop. You could modify the way it reproduces so it can’t fuck up regular crops and we could have awesome corbs or make everything into a tomato form keeping the original plants flavour.
Let’s get freaky with our food.
Getting freaky with the food is the only reason anyone buys a zucchini
It’s spherical!
Obama Corb
