Showing posts with label ice cream. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ice cream. Show all posts
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Rehab
Note to self (and any others who happen to read this and find themselves able to relate to self in that they have recently undergone root canal procedures): new S'mores ice cream treats from Burger King, while delicious, are not pleasant while you are undergoing dental rehab.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Hungry Man
Last weekend, I attended my wife’s graduation from the Masters in Gifted Education program at the University of Connecticut (for context, please see: http://landofyajeev.blogspot.com/2007/07/will-blog-for-food.html).
Pictured here is the highlight of the weekend: a giant pumpkin-ice-cream-on-chocolate-chip-cookie sandwich.
Er, one of two highlights of the weekend. Lisa’s graduating was pretty cool, too. Way to go, Lisa.
Pictured here is the highlight of the weekend: a giant pumpkin-ice-cream-on-chocolate-chip-cookie sandwich.Er, one of two highlights of the weekend. Lisa’s graduating was pretty cool, too. Way to go, Lisa.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
What happens in Cook Forest…
So there we were, waiting in line at a little country ice cream store on vacation in Cook Forest, Pennsylvania. Ahead of us was a twentysomething guy with his twentysomething girlfriend and a veritable army of nephews and nieces.
"What can we order, Unlce Adam?"
"Anything you want," Uncle Adam heroically replied, as he slid his hand down his girlfriend's back until it rested solidly on her, um, rear. Lisa and I exchanged embarrassed glances as he proceeded to rub, massage, pinch, and shake. More shocking still was his girlfriend's total lack of response or embarrassment. My suspicion that she had some sort of neurological disorder precluding her from any sort of sensation below the waist was cast into doubt when she reciprocated.
We placed our orders, paid the cashier, and enjoyed our treats on a park bench next to the ice cream store.
Between licks, I was astonished to look up and see another couple engaging in overt bottom grabbing. This time it was a thirtysomething lady with her (by my estimation) fortysomething companion. Her actions were not so intense: she rubbed gently, grabbed, and held while their orders were placed.
We had just about had our fill of shock and awe amusement, so we finished our ice cream in the car. A sixtiesish couple approached the window to order. I looked at Lisa. She looked at me. We agreed that this couple would break the streak of tushy touchers. I put the car in reverse and began to back out when, what to our incredulous eyes should appear, but a sixtiesish female hand caressing a sixtiesish male buttock.
"Ooooooh!" I inadvertently cheered in my outside-voice, our windows down.
"Go go go!" Lisa commanded, embarrassed by my exclamation. I peeled out of the parking lot as the publicly affectionate couple turned their heads to see what was the matter.
Must be something in the ice cream.
Originally Posted: Tuesday, July 9, 2007
(Then) Curent Mood: awake
http://blog.myspace.com/yajeev
"What can we order, Unlce Adam?"
"Anything you want," Uncle Adam heroically replied, as he slid his hand down his girlfriend's back until it rested solidly on her, um, rear. Lisa and I exchanged embarrassed glances as he proceeded to rub, massage, pinch, and shake. More shocking still was his girlfriend's total lack of response or embarrassment. My suspicion that she had some sort of neurological disorder precluding her from any sort of sensation below the waist was cast into doubt when she reciprocated.
We placed our orders, paid the cashier, and enjoyed our treats on a park bench next to the ice cream store.
Between licks, I was astonished to look up and see another couple engaging in overt bottom grabbing. This time it was a thirtysomething lady with her (by my estimation) fortysomething companion. Her actions were not so intense: she rubbed gently, grabbed, and held while their orders were placed.
We had just about had our fill of shock and awe amusement, so we finished our ice cream in the car. A sixtiesish couple approached the window to order. I looked at Lisa. She looked at me. We agreed that this couple would break the streak of tushy touchers. I put the car in reverse and began to back out when, what to our incredulous eyes should appear, but a sixtiesish female hand caressing a sixtiesish male buttock.
"Ooooooh!" I inadvertently cheered in my outside-voice, our windows down.
"Go go go!" Lisa commanded, embarrassed by my exclamation. I peeled out of the parking lot as the publicly affectionate couple turned their heads to see what was the matter.
Must be something in the ice cream.
Originally Posted: Tuesday, July 9, 2007
(Then) Curent Mood: awake
http://blog.myspace.com/yajeev
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