ever pretend that you are a mother zebra grazing in your psychiatrist's tomato garden?

Answer 1

As a young child, my mother would make me work in the tomato fields of upper Saskatchewan. It was a very short tomato season, but the Zebra were in abundance. But they did not have stripes, and they had large antlers. Come to think of it..... the tomatoes were not red, they were small and green like peas and lentils. I was deprived of her breast milk and had to seek nourishment elsewhere. It affected me greatly. Now every time I see a zebra I get thirsty. Pretending is not an option for me, but a vision.

Answer 2

What a devine idea. In my green and salad days I had thoughts like that. Since then I have been on a thousand islands. I once blew cheese across the kitchen at a spicy Italian who was trying to French me. The mother zebra eating tomatoes is a common motif in Albanian literature. It has become a cliche' in psychiatric circles( not so much in psychiatric squares or rhomboid parallelograms ). Any psychiatrist worth his stripes knows how to treat someone with this affliction. I try to remain cool as a cucumber, although I don't relish the thought of what a pickle it could put me in. Lettuce only hope that tomato eating zebras are few and far between( between what, I have no idea) Why zebras would be munching on red vegetables ( communist conspiracy perhaps) beets me.

Answer 3

No. I often pretend that I am a shrimp living in the cast off hair of Britney Spears. Theres plenty of drugs and alcohol there, and I've been told that if I live long enough that Oprah will buy me a Dodge Ram Charger.

Answer 4

faux? i'm a zebra mom. each and every afternoon i am going foraging my masters tomato backyard. as quickly as I chanced on something interior the backyard i did not give up understand so I asked my grasp. He could not answer the question so we appeared it up on the internet jointly. Now each and every Sunday from 5:00pm to 7:00pm, Im alound on yahoo solutions to respond to questions approximately zebra mothers foraging in tamato gardens.

Answer 5

I'm gonna let you on in a secret, I'm not pretending, just don't tell my childrens I've been stuffing their rhinoceroses with beavers and sand or they'll never eat them, OK?
and about those land mines, they are very attractive, but for some odd reason they like to explode when I get too near...
just like tacos, something bad has to happen, like I said before, I need tacos, I need them or I will explode

Answer 6

Okay, pal, next time I catch you looking through my bedroom window, I'm calling the cops. What goes on between me and my tomatoes is none of your business.

Answer 7

Every time I put on my fake mustache. Then my psychiatrist friend slips me some free Valium. And she tells me I will always be mentaly instable.

Answer 8

Is this a loaded question? No. I am Mr. Zebra, and I prefer eggplant.

Answer 9

How in the world did you know about that? We must have the same psychiatrist...

Answer 10

all the time