There is nothing like consuming an obscene amount of fruit during summer. I remember being 16, it was after we broke up from high school in Canberra. A whole group of us had a bbq down the lake and watermelon was on the list to bring. No water fights. It was a watermelon fight!
It was awesome.
Anyone for a watermelon fight? Or does that come filed under mid life crisis once in your thirties?