..."What?" She said flatly.
"Would you like to buy a cup of pink lemonade?"
"Pink lemonade?"
"Uh-huh."
"You mean that's it?! 'Oh, wou' 'ou like some pink wemonade?'" She mocked me. "You want me to buy some pink lemonade?!"
"... ... ...yes."
"Then Godamnit, sell it to me!"
"I...I don't understand what you mean." I was scared.
"Jesus Christ on a cracker kid, you couldn't sell balls to a eunuch! You call that a sales pitch?! Come on! Sell the bitch to me! You wanna unload your pink lemonade?! Then make me want it! Make me feel like I can't live without it!"
"I... I... I..." I stammered.
"DO IT!"
"Um...um...my lemonade...is made with the freshest lemons... and uh... sweetened...with pure cane sugar...and..."
"Come on you little bastard... turn that fucker out! Make me wanna sell my mama for it!"
"I don't think I can..."
She slapped me. "You better! Or so help me i'll reach down your throat so far i'll be able to grab your dick from the inside and turn it inside-out!"
"O.O ... ... ... My pink lemonade will bring you many nights of orgasmic like pleasure! It will bring you great fame and powers untold! To not buy my pink lemonade it to fail at life! To not only fail at life... but to deserve to be killed in the most horrible of ways! Anyone who does not partake of my liquid heaven should have their kidneys extracted through their eye sockets! Drink my pink lemonade... or you're NOTHING!!!"
I fell over onto the grass.
"There... that's better." The woman said.
I got up, panting. "So... would you like to buy a cup?"
... ... ..."No thanks. I already bought some from the kid across the street."
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(Well, not really. Its more just a kick in the balls than anything, but its kinda sad...In a funny way...
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