I'm feeling a little bit better, now that I've got some food in me. My Landlord and Landlady took me out to dinner tonight in what I thought would be a vain attempt to soothe my ragged nerves. Not only did they provide all the stuffed-grape leaves and fried plantains I could eat, but they presented this to me for dessert:

I actually had 20 of these Golden Gate Banana Splits. Who says that medicating with ice-cream doesn't work? It works, my friends. It works. I'm not worried about gaining weight, of course. You can practically see my ribs through my fur.
5 comments:
Pure greed!
OH YUM. I'm absolutely jealous. Glad you stuffed yourself fuller than the grape leaves! Sounds delicious!
It was obscene display of ice-cream eating, but the gorilla was out of control. I nibbled on my caprese salad and watched, partially horrified, as Brad flung the maraschino cherries across the room.
Did you get brainfreeze from all that ice cream Brad?
Nonny, I did indeed get brain freeze. However, I chased it away with lots of coffee.
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