Monday, October 22, 2012

Pulp Fiction / Truth


My sister is visiting me this weekend. Here is a conversation we just had.
Tessa: I want some orange juice. 
Felicia: Don't we have some in the fridge? 
Tessa: I don't know, I didn't check. Does it have pulp? 
Felicia: (nods) 
Tessa: Why, does Marshall like pulp? 
Felicia: No, I like pulp. 
Tessa: Why? 
Felicia: It makes me feel like I'm drinking a real orange. 
Tessa: Really? Because it makes me feel like, 'What is this vomit I'm drinking?' 
Felicia: I can strain it for you. 
Tessa: I don't think there's anything that repulses me more than pulp, in a drink.
Felicia: Huh. 
Tessa: Yup.
Felicia: That surprises me.
Tessa: Well.
Felicia: I'm putting this on my blog.
(more from Tessa and Felicia...)