Oh, only 100 times every Summer?
Allow me to give you a little look-see of the activities we've participated in lately, would ya now puddin' pop?
I give you,
The ULTIMATE ICE CREAM SUNDAE PARTY. And this invitation would have been sooo cute, had I not had it impromptu, and therefore could not sent out the invite.
Another time, perhaps.
See, I have this thing about ice cream dishes:
I'm kind of collecting them. Is this weird? But not as weird as, like, making pork rind sculptures, right?
Along with my collectibles, and some totally adorable topping labels found here,
we had ourselves a part-ay.
Man, I am the coolest Soda Jerk that ever was.
And since we're on the topic of food, I give you:
THE DRINKING GAME.
Dudes, you must do this. Start with a fun card game.
Now, do you see this beverage?
There are no words.
Actually, there are words.
"Urinal Soap." (I'm assuming that's just a guess.)
"The taste in your mouth right before you vomit."
And finally, as my brother said:
"We cut open the can just to make sure there wasn't a dead animal inside."
The first gulp seems fine. The aftertaste makes you shudder a bit. Big deal.
But, consumed in mass quantities?
Just ask my sister in law how she felt about it.
Get yourself some urine sample cups, and anyone who loses their hand must be punished.
And if you're a total weenee, you'll fill their cup up to the brim.
Man, I nearly vomited myself.
It was awesome.