I'm in a good mood because an hour ago I idly opened the freezer only to find a half-carton of Ben & Jerry's! So I ate it and I'm now on a wee sugar high. Yeah, I'm pretty hardcore.
On the subject of Ben & Jerry's, I am not a member of the B&J cult. I agree that the Iced-Cream is of a superior quality, but ever since Benjamin and Gerald sold out to a British detergent company, they're whores as far as I'm concerned. As soon as Lever bought B&J they started coming out with all these wacky, shitty flavors like this Half-Baked malarkey and that liquid core thing. And popcorn ("Peanuts! Popcorn!") -- What the fuck is that?
Note: I have nothing against whores. But I wanted to use a strong term that implies selling out. Any suggestions?
I just opened a can of weird beer I bought at the supermarket yesterday. It's called Private Men's Club Fine Aged Pilsener and the label is a picture of a swarm of ye olde gentlemenne playing a rousing game of snooker. I thought it would taste like poop (it was $2.99 for 6), but it's actually pretty good.
Ladies, here's a tip on how to wrap me around your little finger: be opinionated and mean, and act as though you can see right through me and tell what a phony I am. I find it frightening... and a little arousing. Maybe you can tell me why.
On the subject of Ben & Jerry's, I am not a member of the B&J cult. I agree that the Iced-Cream is of a superior quality, but ever since Benjamin and Gerald sold out to a British detergent company, they're whores as far as I'm concerned. As soon as Lever bought B&J they started coming out with all these wacky, shitty flavors like this Half-Baked malarkey and that liquid core thing. And popcorn ("Peanuts! Popcorn!") -- What the fuck is that?
Note: I have nothing against whores. But I wanted to use a strong term that implies selling out. Any suggestions?
I just opened a can of weird beer I bought at the supermarket yesterday. It's called Private Men's Club Fine Aged Pilsener and the label is a picture of a swarm of ye olde gentlemenne playing a rousing game of snooker. I thought it would taste like poop (it was $2.99 for 6), but it's actually pretty good.
Ladies, here's a tip on how to wrap me around your little finger: be opinionated and mean, and act as though you can see right through me and tell what a phony I am. I find it frightening... and a little arousing. Maybe you can tell me why.
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AH! Now I remember!