Refreshing, rehydrating, realize the reactions you get from the sweetly sour succulent sauce. Almost an orgasm in the mouth, if made correctly, though personally I do need to change shorts after a cup or 25, does it count that I have my hands down my pants. Sometimes I have both feet up there too. Nothing says kinky than feet. Though If you're feet start talking I'd go see a psychiatrist or a podiatrist. Personally I went to go see a shaman. After hitting the peace pipe... well actually that's around the time my feet started talking to me. I talk back but they never say anything. But the motherfuckers took my lemonade and that's when I decided its time to put my fucking foot down. I got a shotgun, sawed it in half, and beat the fuck out of my feet. Told them never to try that again. No one touches my lemonade, but they can feel free to touch me.
To kill time or a 3rd world country leader, lemonade is the ultimate beverage in my opinion. Nothing beats sipping freshly squeezed lemonade during a civil war re-enactment.
Oh, and around the corner fudge is made.
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