Marshall and Lily's; Thursday Morning

[baskiceball]

Marshall wasn't usually one for fruit for breakfast (unless it was with ice cream) but, damn, the peaches he got were delicious. Like, the best peaches ever. For serious. If he was Mormon he'd marry one. He thought Lily would be okay with that.

"You could really make a whole meal...where the hell is that music coming from?"



Movin' to the country gonna eat a lot of peaches
I'm movin' to the country I'm gonna eat me a lot of peaches
I'm movin' to the country I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches

The whole room shook as Marshall got up to dance.

Peaches come from a can they were put there by a man
In a factory downtown
If I had my little way I'd eat peaches everyday
Sun soakin bulges in the shade

Movin' to the country I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches
I'm movin to the country gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country gonna eat a lot of peaches

I took a little nap where the roots all twist
Squished a rotten peach in my fist
And dreamed about you woman
I poked my finger down inside makin' a little room for a ant to hide
Nature's candy in my hand or can or a pie

People better get out of the way because now Marshall was twirling around in circles as he sang about his food.

Millions of peaches peaches for me
Millions of peaches peaches for free
Millions of peaches peaches for me
Millions of peaches peaches for free

Look out!

Millions of peaches peaches for me
Millions of peaches peaches for free
Millions of peaches peaches for me
Millions of peaches peaches for free

Look out!

Marshall stopped singing and dancing abruptly and looked at the peach he was holding. "Baby, I think there's something awesome happening with the fruit!"

[Establishy unless the wife wants to ping in]