*takes shot*

I want to take you on a journey inspired by that shot I just took. It's made with equal parts Midori and peach schnapps and it went down sooo smoothly.

Once upon a time in the produce section, there was a rather plump, round melon named Melvin. Melvin was smooth, mellow, and quite the juicy character. One day, he spotted Patricia, a fuzzy, petite peach from the other side of the aisle. Ah, love at first sight, if such a thing exists in the world of fruit.

Melvin, being the romantic rind he was, rolled up to Patricia, declaring, "My dear Peach, you're so sweet I can practically taste the sugar!" Patricia blushed a ripe shade of red. His pick-up line, although a bit seedy, had worked.

Oh, their love was passionate, fiery as a habanero pepper! They made promises of forever, whispering sweet nothings like, "Till rot do us part." They'd spend their days nestled in a fruit bowl, basking in the afternoon sun and dreaming of a future in a fancy fruit salad.

But the universe had a cruel sense of humor. One day, Patricia was plucked from their love nest. A smoothie! The horror! In the blink of an eye, Patricia was gone, leaving Melvin in a pit of despair.

Over the days, Melvin’s heartache softened, and he chuckled, "At least she didn't leave me for a banana. Now that would've been peachy." The fruit world, despite its juices and flesh, is a hard one, folks. But hey, that's life. Love. Loss. And fruit salad. One juicy mess after another.

Anyways. Thanks for joining me on this joyful journey, have a pleasant day. And remember to consider the ramifications of your next fruit smoothie. It could be the difference between a forlorn relative of the cucumber, and, I suppose, your average day in the produce section.