I got into an argument with a good friend of mine because I think that peaches are sexual fruits and she does not.
"Your mind lives in the gutter," she said. "No, look, you follow the cleft of the peach to the nub, right? Juice drips down your chin while you eat it if you're doing it right. It is even fuzzy!" I insisted.
This is how I study for my finals. See, we were talking about "The Love Song Of J Alfred Prufrock" in my literature class and my professor was like "Many of my colleagues say that the line Do I dare to eat a peach? is sexual, but I don't see how" and I was all (in my head) "IT IS ABOUT VAGINAS PERHAPS YOU DISLIKE THOSE SIR" so when I was going back over the poem I suddenly had to know if my friend agreed with me that peaches were dirty fruits. You know, like you do.
I didn't think about the sexuality of peaches randomly.
That would be weird.
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