Pig: Hey, Goat! Goat! I finally got a date! Goat: Good for you, Pig! How'd that come about? The personals? Match.com? Pig: The grocery store. Goat: Never mind. Pig: Does match.com sell fruit?
Pig, if you want a new sweetie, you could find a real peach at the produce market.
No raisin to look any farther.
How about a nice prune? She’s not such a hot tomato, but underneath she’s a plum, with a grape personality.
Corny as it sounds, she’ll soon be the apple of your eye.
At least she beets your currant girlfriend, who doesn’t carrot all about you.
OK OK!! I’ll stop!I heard those raspberries!