so how far would you go to get your favorite desert?
how far would you go to get a desert you’ve never even tried?
how about 31.3 miles?
that’s what we did the other night to get our dirty little mouths on some luscious new skinny cow strawberry shortcake ice cream sandwiches. why? if you have to ask then you’ve never tried skinny cow ice cream sandwiches. and, i must tell you, if that’s the case, your life is severely lacking.
skinny cow ice cream sandwiches are the best thing to happen to low calorie, low fat ice cream since, well, ice cream. in fact, (and yes, this is a fact, not just my opinion) skinny cow ice cream is better than regular ice cream. you bet your sweet ass it is.
it’s so good you’d call the skinny cow hotline, and tell them of your love for skinny cow, and you’d be absolutely stone cold sober when you did it. and you wouldn’t make fun of them in the slightest while you had them on the phone. and you’d ask the kind lady sitting in some skinny cow call call center in the heart of skinny cowdom, “do you sell just the ice cream? i mean, not between two wafer layers, just simply the wonderful creamy icey goodness?” and you’d be dismayed to hear her say, “no. we do not sell only the ice cream.” but then, you’d perk up when she did say that that was a good idea and she’d pass it on to R&D. “and how much should we sell? a quart? a pint?”
as much as you possible can my dear, as much as you possibly can.
and lastly, skinny cow is just so good that when you read on their web site that they now sell strawberry shortcake ice cream sandwiches, which hearken you back to your childhood and make you recall christmas mornings with red fire trucks, pristine snow, that perfect birthday, and your mother’s unending love, you will drive the 31.3 miles to get them because, nothing in life is sweeter. and columbus doesn’t have a beuhler’s. fuckers.
