When I was a kid my grandmother moved up to the hill country (Waring to be exact) and my pothead uncle moved her plants for her. The very next year, up popped a curious little plant that she had no clue how to identify, because it wasn't in any of her gardening books. She was a curious sort and decided to cultivate the little guy, and soon had the biggest, prettiest Mary Jane plant in all of Kendall County. Even the sherriff's deputies knew about it, but no one wanted to tell her what it was. It was the town joke...Granny's Little Hooter Bush.
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I hope you get called too Mouse. That would be awesome - this job is soo kick ass, Emo loves it.
