"If I wanted pulp I'd eat an orange."
That's what a guy who doesn't like pulp would say.
I like pulp. It reminds me of the time in Australia when it was the future and I was mad because some post-Apocalyptic thugs dressed in studded leather had killed my wife and so I got in my car and went on a rampage and took my revenge and when I was done I went home and opened up the fridge to get a nice tall glass of . . .
Hold on a minute. That was a movie.
Never mind. I hate pulp in my orange juice.
If I wanted pulp I'd eat an orange.
Orange juice with pulp . . . eh.
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