blood in my ice cream

i have to blog this although i haven't blogged in an eternity.

i had a bad day today in what seems like a series of bad days when i finally decide after walking around only saying "narf" to everyone for the evening that i should have some ice cream to cheer me up.

la la la la. troll off to the kitchen and scoop away.

the results:






so i guess the spoon was so fucking cold - it touched my lip and took a strip of skin off. Much like the affects of sticking your tongue to a pole.

Yes!
There is blood in my ice cream.