The flowers circled their prey..... At nightfall they shall strike!

Coming up next on Killer Cliche Theater: "Flowerpot Alley"!

OLD BITCH#1: "I hope those two guys from the ruler factory come over and fuck all of us"

OLD BITCH#2: "yes, especially the big one"

OLD BITCH#3: "much better than the finnish marine!"

The Old ladies of the village hoped to attract new husbands using hundreds of flowers to cover up their old person smell.

"who keeps sending us these fucking flowers?"

Three seconds later they were busted for having hundreds of pounds of pot.

"Martha, no matter how many flowers you hang up, you still can't cover up the rank odor coming from your stretched out vag. Please for all our sakes, wash that pussy."

They like geraniums waaaaay too much. Ever smelled a geranium? It's like the armpit flower. No wonder they say Europeans smell bad.

Group time at the obsessive-compulsive halfway house.

Every so often, the Fat, Homicidal, Ladies Murderers Club would get together and recall which flower - that they insisted on receiving from their "dates" - had been from which victim and then they'd laugh and laugh...

that must take a long time to water the flowers yea it does

*it had been a savage battle, but the fort held, its inhabitants taking to displaying the corpses of the conquered as a warning to other invaders

*it might look excessive, but they'd already lost two friends to the pungency of Marge's pork rind farts and they weren't about to lose another

*wondering the desert for weeks and dying of thirst, Dan was ovejoyed when he saw a building in the distance, sure his luck was about to change for the better

The new headquarters of the Over 65's Hayfever Support Group proved to be a poor choice.

"So while i'm gone, all i'll need you to do is water the plants"

"Fuck off.."