A pox on your strawberry glop! A pox, and a gallon of durian extract! In fact, if you recall, tohse disgusting blocks of faux confection were referred to (still are, I believe) as "Neopolitan"! And I I I ate only American (grow up in the industrial heartland, watch out waht you buy).
I vomited only after pigging out on Coca-Cola and 'tater chips at my folks New Years Eve party, 1960. Oh, yeah, and after gulping a swig of a bottle of Pepsi in which some thoughtful bottling plant worker had deposited a chicken bone, 'bout 1963. We got four cases of Pepsi outta that one; today we'd prob'ly get 400 grand. It is, after all, in the timing. |
