I love peaches. And I mean I love them. I think my relationship with peaches is somewhat creepy when you get down to it. Okay, you're probably gonna say that you love peaches too. And you'd be right. Especially if you're brendan. Now, I know what you may be thinking. The internet is a place of cheap imitators and petty charlatans. But I am not among their ranks. You ever debased thousands of years of profound thought as a commercial promoter of kitch? Do you make your living as an altruistic spammer of investment "advice?" You ever blatantly mocked a close friend's earnest endeavor in a public setting? I can't say that I have. I'll eat them. And document each tasty, juicy, easily bruisable experience. At least 101. THE RULES: 1) We're talking PEACHES. No peach analogs (except peach cobbler, peach juice, peaches & cream, etc.) 2) If it sucks, you still have to eat it all. Twice. 3) Style-points if I suck/swallow the pit. 4) Sploshing's totally cool- even encouraged.