Something's up with the soil in our backyard being made radio active by all the household construction waste or something because we're growing GIANT tomatoes.
See? SEE!
That's an old-school rotary phone people, my paternal grandmother's from when she worked at the Ontario courts many, many years ago, and they are almost THE SAME SIZE. I swear to you there is no trickery involved: I simply placed the tomato next to the phone so you could honestly see that it's HUGE.
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For goodness sake, what is in your soil? My tomatoes are about the size of one number on that old rotary phone!
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