#1. Juice.
Say it. Juice. Say it. Say it. Is there a better word? I submit that there is not. Juice. It's practical. Who doesn't like juice? Unloved-middle-child-immoral-sociopath-backstabbing-blasphemous-no-heart-having-hater-being-limited-wit-dry-mouthed-type people, that's who.
Juice is sensual. Bathe it with some saliva and caress each letter with your tongue. Jjj. Ooo. Oh. Oooooooossssss. Cradle it. Let it tickle your lips. Taste it.
Besides the viscous-warm tenderness I feel dripping down my hair, face, and neck, teasing things that I like to get teased every time I say 'juice,' juice also happens to be the fluid of life. It is by the wisdom of God that there is some kind of juice inside every living thing and also in some inanimate things. That we happened to give the divine solution a name that electrifies my spine is pure serendipity. It is, therefore, my number one favorite word of all time. Ever. For now.
If you don't like juice, you are disrespecting the Lord.
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