syracusepunk

Let me tell you a story, 'tis a sad story with a happy ending.

For the last year I shared my tiny, one-bedroom, apartment with this girl. She was nice we got along, didn't go out, did stuff together, sewed, went to dinner, watched movies. It was cool. But unfortunately, as said, this joint is teeny-tiny.

Not only is the apartment small but so is my 1950's refrigerator/freezer combo. You know, the type with the little metal box inside the fridge? So it was always full of her silly veggies and perogies and smilie face shaped french fries. Here is the sad part: NO ROOM FOR MY FREEZE POPS!

I tried squeezing them in but to no avail. So I gave up on my beloved freeze pops.

Now recently she moved out and I was rearranging and adjusting to living alone again and enjoying my newly reclaimed space when suddenly in the cubboard under the sink, there it was!

A half used box of freeze pops from last summer. They even had Spider-Man art on them

So I threw then in my spacious yet tiny freezer unit and am now comping on thier fruity goodness as w speak.

all hail FLAVOR-ICE!!!!!!!

-rich