Can we talk about granny apples for a second? Those green abominations that dare call themselves apples? Apples are beautiful, sweet, perfectly crunchy and mushy, and just leave a nice feeling in your stomach. I love to just sit down and eat a nice honeycrisp or maybe a gala apple or if I'm out a red delicious apple for the occasion. And then we have granny smith. This bitter chewy skinned demon. Why do they exist? Why are they in my house?
Some people may think that this is a very stupid thing to rant about, and I completely agree
But problems need to be solved, no matter how ridiculous
That was a joke I'm really tired
Here's alittle wip I have to finish by friday, hahahhahahahahha *cries*