My father leaves fruit in his wake whenever he visits. He is the fruit king and I am the loyal subject.
"Daddy, how do you peel pomegranates?" "Well there are many techniques." "Ok but what do you do?" "Well I take my shirt off. And then I take my undershirt off." Later, as we drive past a strip club, I imagine the farmer's daughter striding onto the stage: "For my next routine I will peel a pomegranate!"
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