Yesterday, as our adventure-filled day at Disneyland came to a close, imsecretlystraightforirony and I decided we needed to indulge in a little midnight snack of lactose and hot fudge. He would be sharing his with his boyfriend, while my fat-attack would be more of a solo venture, so to speak.
For those of you who have not attempted to order an ice cream sundae from the Dreyer’s-hosted Gibson Girl Ice Cream Parlor, there are three options…all of which are the same size. And let’s just say, the bicycles aren’t the only things built for two in that magically mousey world.
I told the guy behind the counter that mine was for me and my homies. Because I’d be pouring a little out….
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He gave me this face in return:
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Oh boy. Giggle giggle?