Juice it

Last night may mark the night where my life when from bland to grand. It all started when I wanted a glass of orange juice. I remembered that somewhere in my apartment is my parents juicer that my brother decided I should have. I thought it would be some primitive rotate an orange on a spiky thing and beat it with a hammer. Nope.

Its name contains letters AND numbers which means it's a state of the art bazillion dollar juicer. Stainless steel and sexy. Can demolish anything, I know because I juiced all the apples and oranges I had in my house, including the cores and the peels. I am never eating again, I'm going to extract juice and then i'm going to drink it.