So, damn the consequences, I've been testing the theory that whipped cream makes everything better.
Consider that statement for a moment. The purity. The universal truth. Whipped Cream... makes everything better.
That's a lie, it turns out. One doesn't have to go much further than "roast beef" to discover this, but I'm here to report that "Chocolate Lucky Charms" mixed in equal proportions with the whipped cream is, in fact, the best thing ever.
And now you know.
Consider that statement for a moment. The purity. The universal truth. Whipped Cream... makes everything better.
That's a lie, it turns out. One doesn't have to go much further than "roast beef" to discover this, but I'm here to report that "Chocolate Lucky Charms" mixed in equal proportions with the whipped cream is, in fact, the best thing ever.
And now you know.
- Current Mood:
sugar high
Comments
No, she's not pregnant. Nor was she pregnant in high school when she discovered this, and the combination of Pixy Sticks and dill pickles. (Should dill pickles be capitalized? Is it a proper pickle?)
Maybe with cool whip, since that ties into the other experiment...
Oh, wait! No! I actually ended up with pickles and mustard on my pastrami sandwich a few months back, and ate the whole thing to prove it wouldn't kill me. I have no pickle obligation (or mustard) remaining! Rock on.
Dirt's an interesting thing. You wouldn't want to eat it directly, but you'll taste it's influence in a really good glass of wine. Part of what seperates one vineyard from the next is the ground itself...