My Biggest Disappointment
Often the things we look forward to the most turn out to be a huge let down. As Freddy Woo puts it, "High heels in bed? No fun at all. Porn has a lot to answer for."
Well, Freddy, you are supposed to get someone else to wear them.
What's disappointed you lot?
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( , Thu 26 Jun 2008, 14:15)
Often the things we look forward to the most turn out to be a huge let down. As Freddy Woo puts it, "High heels in bed? No fun at all. Porn has a lot to answer for."
Well, Freddy, you are supposed to get someone else to wear them.
What's disappointed you lot?
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( , Thu 26 Jun 2008, 14:15)
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Mr Frosty is such fun
A couple of years back, my younger brother and I were bemoaning the fact that – despite them being all over the TV and stuff – we never had a Mr Frosty iced drink maker thing when we were kids. We were half-joking but our mother's ears obviously pricked up...
Fast forward to Christmas that year. There's an odd package under the tree for both beanojam and beanojam's brother. This is unusual.
Well bugger us sideways with a rusty tuba if it isn't our (should-have-been) childhood friend Mr Frosty! We were well chuffed (bear in mind at this point that we would have been aged about 22 and 19...).
So of course first thing we do in the period between finishing the present frenzy and having far too much food is go and raid the freezer for ice to try and make 'great drinks for everyone...' (or whatever the hell the catchphrase was).
*crunch*
Fucking cheap plastic shite. It could barely crush the ice and the flavours made it taste like crap. Then the handle snapped. FFS. Childhood nostalgia shattered.
You can still buy these things. My advice? Don't bother.
Get a fucking blender and draw a smiley face on it.
( , Fri 27 Jun 2008, 14:02, 3 replies)
A couple of years back, my younger brother and I were bemoaning the fact that – despite them being all over the TV and stuff – we never had a Mr Frosty iced drink maker thing when we were kids. We were half-joking but our mother's ears obviously pricked up...
Fast forward to Christmas that year. There's an odd package under the tree for both beanojam and beanojam's brother. This is unusual.
Well bugger us sideways with a rusty tuba if it isn't our (should-have-been) childhood friend Mr Frosty! We were well chuffed (bear in mind at this point that we would have been aged about 22 and 19...).
So of course first thing we do in the period between finishing the present frenzy and having far too much food is go and raid the freezer for ice to try and make 'great drinks for everyone...' (or whatever the hell the catchphrase was).
*crunch*
Fucking cheap plastic shite. It could barely crush the ice and the flavours made it taste like crap. Then the handle snapped. FFS. Childhood nostalgia shattered.
You can still buy these things. My advice? Don't bother.
Get a fucking blender and draw a smiley face on it.
( , Fri 27 Jun 2008, 14:02, 3 replies)
ah...
but I never had one as a child (this is what I was getting at...).
The years of rose-tinted nostalgia just made the disappointment that much worse.
( , Fri 27 Jun 2008, 18:09, closed)
but I never had one as a child (this is what I was getting at...).
The years of rose-tinted nostalgia just made the disappointment that much worse.
( , Fri 27 Jun 2008, 18:09, closed)
Buy an electric ice shaver
With a nice torquey motor and a fuck-off big razor blade inside. Buy some decent syrups and add alcohol.
Or just skip the ice shaver and syrups. Your call.
( , Fri 27 Jun 2008, 21:00, closed)
With a nice torquey motor and a fuck-off big razor blade inside. Buy some decent syrups and add alcohol.
Or just skip the ice shaver and syrups. Your call.
( , Fri 27 Jun 2008, 21:00, closed)
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