When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. when life gives you too many lemons, make a lemonade factory. when the market is oversaturated with lemons and nobody wants your lemonade, pass laws forcing the poor’s to buy your lemonade. when socialist America elects a libtard commie, bribe him. when the countrie is destitute and starving because they have nothing to eat, save money on lemonade by selling lemons.

Last year, in Sapporo, I went to a bar that serves unlimited lemon highball (i.e. hard liquor) out of a tap. The whole bar is lemon-themed. It was very cheap, like $10 for 90 minutes of all-you-can-drink lemon highball or something like that. Anyway, I’m not a heavy drinker by any means, but dear god, we got blasted. I don’t think I can look at a lemon again without feeling mildly nauseous.

That’s somehow the 3rd “life gives you lemon” comics I see this week.

Obligatory link to David Revoy’s awesome work : https://framapiaf.org/@davidrevoy/114943045552334866

“When life hands you lemons, make lemonade? No. First you roll out a multi-media campaign to convince people lemons are incredibly scarce, which only works if you stockpile lemons, control the supply, then a media blitz. Lemon is the only way to say “I love you,” the must-have accessory for engagements or anniversaries. Roses are out, lemons are in. Billboards that say she won’t have sex with you unless you got lemons. You cut De Beers in on it. Limited edition lemon bracelets, yellow diamonds called lemon drops. You get Apple to call their new operating system OS-Lemón. A little accent over the “o.” You charge 40% more for organic lemons, 50% more for conflict-free lemons. You pack the Capitol with lemon lobbyists, you get a Kardashian to suck a lemon wedge in a leaked sex tape. Timotheé Chalamet wears lemon shoes at Cannes. Get a hashtag campaign. Something isn’t “cool” or “tight” or “awesome,” no, it’s “lemon.” “Did you see that movie? Did you see that concert? It was effing lemon.” Billie Eilish, “OMG, hashtag… lemon.” You get Dr. Oz to recommend four lemons a day and a lemon suppository supplement to get rid of toxins ‘cause there’s nothing scarier than toxins. Then you patent the seeds. You write a line of genetic code that makes the lemons look just a little more like tits… and you get a gene patent for the tit-lemon DNA sequence, you cross-pollinate… you get those seeds circulating in the wild, and then you sue the farmer for patent infringement when that genetic code shows up on their land. Sit back, rake in the millions, and then, when you’re done, and you’ve sold your lem-pire for a few billion dollars, then, and only then, you make some fucking lemonade."

LEMONS?!

Watch out for lemon stealing whores.

Unless life gives you water and sugar too your lemonade is gonna really suck.

He’s been squeezing the lemons, drinking the juice, and filling the bottles with piss.

If I had that many lemons I would throw the biggest lemon party ever

When god gives you lemons, you find a new god.

At this point in history, we have enough lemons in the world that could generate critical mass and collapse into a black hole.

That’s a Nemco 55850. If he can afford a $500 citrus juicer, his life is just fine.

One must imagine the Minute Maid happy.

you’re supposed to drink the lemonade, dummy.

Accurate