Is ice cream an area of serious inquiry for CMG scholars?
No, Mr. Big, this is a joke … for our mutual entertainment … intended to demonstrate the lengths to which I will go to (a) avoid working, (b) amuse you, and (c) if possible, both. Simultaneously.
All kidding aside, do you like ice cream?
All kidding aside, I do like ice cream. Predilection for ice cream is not an indicator of Crazymonkeygurlism, but it is sticky and sweet and refreshing in the summer as well as useful for the purposes of drowning sorrows if the preferred choices of drugs and alcohol are not viable options. Predilection (feigned or genuine) for raspberry sorbet or sugar-free, fat-free yogurt of any kind is highly correlated with Somethingterriblywrongism. If this applies to you, please seek medical attention immediately.
This is not a forum for discussing the merits of ice cream relative to other sticky, sweet, serotonin-boosting substances or for publicly professing that one does not have a full-blown case of Somethingterriblywrongism. Click here if that’s what you’re after.
The ice cream is tasty, I would have to concur. I have not in recent years partaken as much as was the case in the days of my relative youth.
I typically enjoy now it in float form (using only fancy pants root beer from Whole Foods and some variant of premium vanilla ice cream). I in fact have an ¿amusing? story about me and my enjoyment of the root beer float…
On evening, I opened some root beer as the first step in preparing said delicious beverage and found I had no ice cream. I headed as quick as I could down to the Whole Foods to grab some organic (only option they had as is the vogue at that establishment, though not a requirement of my own) vanilla ice cream. En route back home to my frosty treat I crossed paths with a friend who was piloting his vehicle. He was en route to a local bar to enjoy a pint or two with a mutual friend. “Get in, you should come,” he says. “I gotta get home and have a root beer float” I responded as if that was the most normal thing that a 20 something year guy would say to counter an invitation to the bar. Despite much flack I stood my ground, after all the root beer was already open and would go flat if not consumed. Later, whilst enjoying the tremendous concoction I received a text message, “How was your gay root beer float?”. “Fag-a-licious” I responded.