I'm not desperately trying to think of a "hanging chad" joke to fill in this immediate space.

Pomegranites have been declared illegal in Lichtenstein. Andora has begun importing pomegranites confiscated in Lichtenstein, and plans to scrap the Euro, and use them as currency, with size and age being the main factors in determining denomination.

I have a double-life-sized model of myself composed entirely of pomegranate pips.

"Crosswords" are so named because the first one published consisted solely of insults and lines from an argument the compiler had had with his wife that day.

I'm the urban spaceman, baby.