I hate oranges. Hate them with a white hot passion. I hate the smell. I hate the taste. I hate the zest. I hate the juice. Oranges are evil, pure unadulterated evil. When I had a desk job, my boss loved to eat oranges every day. She would peel and peel, slowly making me more woozy as that stench wafted from her office to mine.
The trail to my orange hate was paved by my mother. I didn't always hate them. Hell, when I was a kid I pretended to be sick so I could munch on St. Joseph's Aspirin for kids.... those chalky orange flavored chewable tablets. *shudder*
So keep your fucking Dreamsicles to yourself. I don't want any vile Orange Cream Pop Tarts. No thanks on the punch with globs of horror (orange sherbet) floating in it. And keep your fucking orange out of my chocolate!