6:30 am- Back in
My first thought when we hit the road to Man from Mars' house:
At one point, Man from Mars gets up from in front of the television (where we park ourselves for the better part of the day). He announces that he’s going to cut up some oranges, do I want some? For shizz, I confirm, and he shuffles off to get them.
He’s so tired that he mistakes pink grapefruit for orange. As he slumps back, he mumbles all worriedly: I thought it was an orange, but it was a grapefruit. I don’t believe him and think he’s just having another blonde culinary moment, but for once he’s absolutely right- the grapefruit really does look like an orange.
[Such deceptive orange looking peel:]
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