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I tried juggling plums, but I dropped them. Now I have a fruit salad – talk about pit-iful!
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I told my friend he should start a plum orchestra. He said, 'That's fruitless.
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I accidentally stepped on a plum. Now it's just a squashed fruit – life's pits, right?
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I asked my plum if it wanted to join me for a movie. It said, 'I've already been in a jam!
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I told my friend I ate a whole bag of plums. He said, 'That's a pretty juicy secret!
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I challenged my plum to a race. It said, 'I'm not fast, but I'm pit-tenacious!
Plum Olympics
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Plums are overachievers when it comes to escaping from your hands. You grab one, and it's like you're participating in the Plum Olympics. They slip and slide faster than a contestant on a game show. I'm just standing there with my fruit bowl, feeling like I'm in a high-stakes game of catch. Someone needs to tell these plums that gold medals are not awarded for escaping my grasp!
Plum Conspiracy
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I suspect plums are part of a larger fruit conspiracy. They pretend to be innocent, but deep down, I think they're plotting something. Maybe they're trying to take over the fruit bowl and establish a plum dictatorship. I wouldn't be surprised if, one day, I wake up, and the plums have crowned themselves the kings of the kitchen.
Plum Psychology
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Plums are the therapists of the fruit bowl. They sit there, all deep and introspective, like they're contemplating the meaning of life. I'm convinced if you leave a plum alone in a room for long enough, it'll start psychoanalyzing itself. Why am I so wrinkly? Is it because of unresolved childhood issues? I don't need fruit making me question my life choices!
Plum Whisperer
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I'm convinced there's a secret language among plums. They communicate through some mystical plum telepathy. You leave them alone for too long, and suddenly they're all conspiring against you. I walk into the kitchen, and the plums are huddled together, whispering like they're planning a fruit uprising. I feel like I need to learn Plum-ese to keep up with their schemes.
Plum Philosophy
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I asked a plum once about the meaning of life, and it just stared at me, silent and contemplative. I think plums are the philosophers of the fruit world. They ponder the big questions, like, Why are we here? and What's the purpose of being a small, round fruit? Personally, I just want them to be the purpose of my afternoon snack, but hey, who am I to argue with a fruit in deep thought?
Plum Predicaments
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You ever notice how plums are like the rebellious teenagers of the fruit world? They refuse to ripen on your schedule. I'm there in the kitchen, checking on them every day like a concerned parent. Come on, plum, it's time to face the real world and become a delicious snack! But no, they're just hanging out, being stubborn. I feel like I need to give them a curfew or something.
Plum Drama
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Plums are the drama queens of the fruit bowl. You put them next to other fruits, and they're like, Oh, look at me! I'm so exotic and unique. I'm just waiting for them to break into a Shakespearean soliloquy about the tragic fate of being a plum in a world of ordinary fruits.
Plum Psychic
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Plums have this weird psychic ability to know exactly when you've given up on them. The moment you decide, Fine, I'll eat something else, they magically ripen overnight. It's like they have a sixth sense for when you've emotionally detached from them. They're the fruit equivalent of playing hard to get.
Plum Fashion Show
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Have you ever seen a plum trying to strut its stuff? It's like they're auditioning for a fruit fashion show. They're all about that catwalk in the fruit bowl. I half-expect them to start voguing or doing a little fruit twirl. I didn't sign up for a fruit fashion spectacle; I just wanted a healthy snack!
Plum's Identity Crisis
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I think plums suffer from a serious identity crisis. Are they a plum or a prune? One day they're fresh and juicy, and the next day, they're all shriveled up like they've seen a ghost. I'm just here wondering if my snack is having an existential crisis. Who am I, really? Am I a snack or a midlife crisis in fruit form?
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