Me! Did I also mention that I don't have a TV?
See, we are going to find some "my parents are both poets who throw pots in their spare time" folks here on Unfogged who have never had a Slurpee. Just like when I went to grad school and found out that several people in my department didn't know how to ride a bike.
What's a Slurpee? Sounds horrid.
Avoid urbandictionary on this one Felix.
Man, slurpees are nasty. I don't think I've ever had one of my own, my parents' being---surprise, surprise---a bit stingy with money for junk food.
The first few months we lived in Oklahoma, my wife and I used to go for a run in the blistering heat every evening and then treat ourselves to Slurpees. Oddly, despite all the running, we got fatter. Also, our teeth decayed. Crytal meth probably would have been a healthier, and no less context-appropriate, way of self-medicating
Me! Did I also mention that I don't have a TV?
And a rare auto-immune disorder that renders me unable to leave this bubble?
Is slurpee some sort of slang term now?
You'd appreciate them more if you saved up for one of your very own, JM.
4 and 5 saw me coming. My parents are the other kind of conservative, though.
Also, it should probably be spelled "Slurpy."
4 and 5 saw me coming.
In addition to not having a Slurpee, JM refuses to buy curtains.
15 casts a net over both Jackmormon and Jesus McQueen?
14: Not in Slurpee Nation, felix.
I bought two curtains and then figured that the plants would eventually do the job for the other windows. But, really, Apo, have you seen what kind of prices they're asking for curtains? Outrageous!
I couldn't say definitively whether I have ever drunk a Slurpee, but I suspect tthe answer is that I have not. In the area where I grew up, even 7-11 was too upscale to survive in the local economy, so the local convenience stores carried a downmarket slurpee knock-off called the "slush puppy", which I used to enjoy pretty frequently.
I've had 'em, but usually the wife would rather just screw.
C'mon, I couldn't just leave that fruit hanging there.
JM, aren't kids supposed to rebel against their parents' constricting quirks? And I continue to be mystified that a slow-driving cheapskate has managed to stay in a relationship with an Iranian for years now. Totally mystified.
I remember Slurpees as being more pricy than ice cream, back in the day.
Just like when I went to grad school and found out that several people in my department didn't know how to ride a bike.
I'm in grad school right now and one of the other grad students in my department had to google directions for how to change a lightbulb because he had never had to do it before.
...?!
(I suppose there's a lightbulb joke lurking in there somewhere.)
I had Slush Puppies when I was a kid. I tried to order one in the winter and they laughed at me because I should have known they shut the machine down when it's too cold.
The real question is what added flavor of Slurpee is reasonable proof of the growing moral corruptness of the American soul? I say the cola flavored ones, which I don't remember existing when I was growing up.
Further to 19, I have a colleague who grew up in fairly modest circumstances in an even more rural area (somewhere in West Bumfuck Canada north of Winnipeg), and he claims that the highest per capita consumption of slurpees in the world is in Manitoba.
re: 24
I suspect we all have stories like that. When I moved into my first student flat, about half my flat mates couldn't cook anything. Literally couldn't boil eggs.
Also, I think I've had a sip off someone else's Slurpee, but when rationing my precious junk food dollars as a child, I would so much raher have had a shake--I doubt I've ever purchased one for myself.
And I continue to be mystified that a slow-driving cheapskate has managed to stay in a relationship with an Iranian for years now.
His way of rebelling against his decadent parents was to become kind of a hippy minimalist.
I don't think I've ever had one of my own, my parents' being---surprise, surprise---a bit stingy with money for junk food.
It's so sad when a good impulse—using a possessive with a gerund—goes wrong like this.
CORRECT: "I don't think I've ever had one of my own, my parents being ..."
CORRECT: "I don't think I've ever had one of my own, owing to my parents' being ..."
As I recall, the Slurpee market died out in KCMO around the time that KCians discovered the "Italian ice." You can't throw a rock without hitting an Italian ice place in that town anymore.
In addition to not having a Slurpee, JM refuses to buy curtains.
Yea, that made me laugh. I can admit it.
Heebie, they have curtains made from hemp now, you know, so it's okay to have them.
I typed up several papers for my boyfriend in college. When I said "that's enough", he claimed that he didn't know how to cut-and-paste in a Word document. But I leveled him with my -30 degree ice stare of doom and he figured it out.
I'm not going to dignify 32 with a response.
Free Slurpees every July 11. Don't let lack of funds keep you from being a real American.
A Coke Slurpee is the equivalent of a can of Coke left in the freezer long enough to consistently slush up and not so long that one forgets about it and lets the can burst. Which is to say, awesome.
I would so much raher have had a shake
I think this is an ice cream/sorbet distinction: slurpees are better for cleansing the palate prior to eating the chili cheese dog.
Coke Icees are far superior to Coke Slurpees, though. Less granular.
No. But I didn't get the the US until I was 21, which is past optimal Slurpee-indoctrination age.
SomeCallMeTim is a real American. And I'll bet that gswift would be commenting, if he weren't two-fisting a Slurpee and a microwavable burrito right now.
Heebie, they have curtains made from hemp now, you know, so it's okay to have them.
But they probably have that ugly burlap aesthetic, which would clash with my mid-century vibe.
Plus I think you're thinking of Jackmormon?
A Coke Slurpee is the equivalent of a can of Coke left in the freezer long enough to consistently slush up and not so long that one forgets about it and lets the can burst. Which is to say, awesome.
Maybe you can enjoy one with the chicken at Gitmo, Frenchie.
To continue my response to ogged's 22: my Iranian honey has also never been in a car with me.
I've had more Slush Puppies than Slurpees.
Icees are gross.
Just like when I went to grad school and found out that several people in my department didn't know how to ride a bike.
Really? That is amazing. I'd imagine they'd have at least learned how in undergrad, since that's how most people get around in the college towns I know.
And you non-Slurpee drinking people are the reason bald eagles cry. The grace of the 7-11 and Coca-Cola corporations gives us a miraculous concoction of finely crushed ice and chemically-optimized saccrine gels and what do you do? You throw it back in their faces, leaving them frozen and sticky with their own kindness.
Pina Colada slurpees are the flavor of my soccer-playing youth, when I used to stop by the 7-11 outside my schoolgrounds after middle school practices, buy a 44oz slurpee, and finish it by the time I got home (which was a 30 min commute, to be fair). These days I'm a bigger fan of the traditional cherry & coke blend or one of the more refreshing fruit flavors, and always pick one up to quench that incredible early morning thirst after hours of sweating away at a concert or DJ set.
Italian ices are good -- our Queens residents can tell of the loony Corona Ice King, or whatever he is called.
My fave item from the ice cream man, however, was the rainbow Sno-Cone. The ice cream truck in our neighborhood had the Europe '72 (is that right?) SnoCone-to-the-head cartoon guy on the side of it.
About $10 worth of Slurpee has been added to my tuition bill.
And 26 answers its own question right. The generic chemical-flavored Slurpee is somehow wholesome when compared to the crassly commercial Coca-Cola branded Slurpee.
Does a frozen margarita count? It's basically a tequila Slurpee; at some restaurants you can even see the same machines at work keeping the slush going.
Do they have curtains in sackcloth and hairshirt yet?
In the time it took me to compose 48 and discuss lunch plans with a coworker, of course this thread swelled to a pwnerrific length.
I drank many Slurpees in my youth, and drinking them helped me grow up to be the putative American I am today.
I'd imagine they'd have at least learned how in undergrad, since that's how most people get around in the college towns I know.
Not everyone goes to college in a college town.
To continue my response to ogged's 22: my Iranian honey has also never been in a car with me.
This reminds me: even the most liberal Americans, when I tell them that I've never rode in a car driven by a friend, give me the "New Yorkers are foreigners" eye.
cola flavored ones, which I don't remember existing when I was growing up.
So young to be experiencing age-related dementia, Tim. Cola Slurpees have always been with us, and they currently come in both Coke and Pepsi subspecies. What definitely did not exist during our childhood was the Sugar-free Crystal Light Peach Mango Fusion Slurpee. I gotcher growing moral corruptness.
48: which reminds me, Po-Mo: do you listen to Mochipet? As of this morning I fucking love them (him), and they do evoke ear-ringing early-morning Slurpee consumption.
48: Of the three people I remember who could not ride a bike, two went to Yale undergrad. I don't know what conclusions can be drawn here. Both were undergrad classics majors, so, you know, freak show.
I have drunk Bourbon slush, which is the grown-up version of a Slurpee, I think.
I don't think I've had a Slurpee. That's the 7/11 brand of crushed ice drinks, right?
I've had Slush Puppies (used to sell them at the local pharmacy. Nasty-asty stuff.) and Icees.
Alarm Will Sound did a Mochipet arrangement (Of "Dessert Search for Techno Baklava") when I saw them last whenever ... and Mochipet was in the audience! It made me regret not having seen him perform on campus whenever it was that he did that.
I don't even think I've been inside a 7-11 more than twice.
Both were undergrad classics majors, so, you know, freak show.
Have I ever mentioned the crazy-ass graduation speech given by an undergraduate classics major at my graduation?
63: Do tell, Ben! I probably knew them! Who was it?
62: I was chagrined to discover he played in Boston less than two weeks ago. Oh, if only my ratio had been better.
Ah, I can remember lugging cases of empty Pepsi bottles to the 7-11 and using the deposit refund to purchase Slurpees. Sweet youth.
Ogged, the entire commenting section is now trolling you. Everyone currently standing within the borders of the continental United States has had a Slurpee, without exception.
I don't even think I've been inside a 7-11 more than twice.
No bitching, w-lfs-n. They expressly reserve the right to refuse service, I think.
63.last: surely the most appropriate place to give a graduation speech.
I don't think there were any 7-11s in MN during my upbringing. I don't remember seeing many in my other places of residence, either. Hence, no Slurpees for me. Though I suppose if I really cared, I would have overcome these hardships to find a Slurpee regardless.
I can't remember her name, but she definitely was blonde and had puffy lips, and wasn't Anna P/sarello. Maybe it was A--e Pr-tz? Is that even a person? All I know is that she was annoying in class. (She was somehow in every Latin class I took.)
The speech included the phrase "champagne and bonbons".
63.last:
Using symbolic indices like this is just making things more difficult for arthegall's bot, you know.
Yale undergrad...classics majors, so, you know, freak show.
Like my dear old exbeforelast. I believe she was also a Jesus freak at the time, standing on the lawn barefoot, haranguing people about the Lord.
Po-Mo: do you listen to Mochipet?
Can't say that I have, but the AMG page looks very promising (Kid606 and DJ /rupture comparisons you say? Tell me more!). I've sadly neglected digging into breakcore much beyond following Kid606, Jason Forrest/Donna Summer, /rupture, and the occasional new mix released on Kid606's labels. So any recommendations are always welcome.
73: I would be surprised and disappointed if his bot didn't have exception parsing for that particular syntax.
I believe she was also a Jesus freak at the time, standing on the lawn barefoot, haranguing people about the Lord.
Are you kidding? Did she seduce you as some sort of outreach program?
I have drunk Bourbon slush, which is the grown-up version of a Slurpee, I think.
Oh, okay. I've had slushy mint juleps, so basically I've had a Slurpee, I guess.
We once got back from a trip to discover that there was nothing to eat in the house, so I went to the only place that was open after 2 a.m., a 7-11. It was the first time I'd been to one in years, and I just remember thinking OMFG, there is absolutely nothing here fit for a 2-year-old to eat. So I'm elitist, of course, but I did stop to consider that a great many 2-year-olds probably get nothing better than that to eat, which made me sad.
In my childhood, 7/11 belonged to the category of things--Busch Gardens and Steak & Ale being two others--that were unavailable as a practical matter, but which were advertised on the (100-miles distant) television station we watched. I imagined them to be indispensible components of the cosmopolitan Good Life I craved.
Have I ever mentioned the crazy-ass graduation speech given by an undergraduate classics major at my graduation?
The classics major delivering the high LAR ious latin speech at my (U.S.) graduation asked his girlfriend to marry him.
I've had slushy mint juleps, so basically I've had a Slurpee
Enough with the trolling.
75: if you use this on a mix before I get to I'll be mad.
Are you kidding?
Nope. She wasn't a Jesus freak anymore when I dated her; religious, but not barefoot yelling at passerby religious.
There were a total of three speeches at my graduation; I can't remember anything about one of them, but the standout was the one where the speechifyer announced that he was running off to found a circus. Which happened to be true, except that, insofar as the circus was based in Chicago, he wasn't really running off anywhere.
New entry for summer list: get ginormous cup from 7-11, make mint julep using an entire fifth of bourbon, take picture for ogged.
Nope.
So, basically, you're exactly the Shi'a the fundies are worried about.
the speechifyer announced that he was running off to found a circus
Someone here just won a $7000 arts grant to go to clown college—er, to study "the unusual art form of clowning." I believe he has expressed interest in the circus as life-project.
you're exactly the Shi'a the fundies are worried about
I'll leave some Slurpee for you white folk.
If memory serves, that person is already at clown college, destroyer.
89: I don't think that they're accredited yet.
I believe she was also a Jesus freak at the time, standing on the lawn barefoot, haranguing people about the Lord.
Ah, the good old days.
At UVa, some guy used to come to the amphitheater in the spring and shout about the godless students.
"You know all those girls in their short, short shorts are going to lead to???!???!?!
FOR.......Ni.........[the crowd of students would then loudly finish with him] CATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [many cheers all around.]
If memory serves, that person is already at clown college, destroyer.
Zing! I'll pass that along, if I can find him. (Math major; you know.)
Someone here just won a $7000 arts grant to go to clown college--er, to study "the unusual art form of clowning."
Hey, I know the perfect socks for that.
I've had more Slush Puppies than Slurpees, but more Mr. Mistys from Dairy Queen than those two combined.
In my childhood, 7/11 belonged to the category of things--Busch Gardens and Steak & Ale being two others--that were unavailable as a practical matter, but which were advertised on the (100-miles distant) television station we watched. I imagined them to be indispensible components of the cosmopolitan Good Life I craved.
Yes! Though for me it was Long John Silver's. (Seafood is pretty exotic for the heartland, okay?)
more Mr. Mistys from Dairy Queen than those two combined
Oh, me too, actually. Mr. Mistys are great.
The small pleasures of youth.
I remember thinking that I had won the lottery whenever my mom agreed to stop at Dairy Queen.
"WE ARE THE LUCKIEST KIDS EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Of course I've had slurpees. I drank them all the time as a kid in the city. I think that there used to be a root beer flavor too.
I've had slush puppies too, though less often. I didn't realize that they were a cheap knock-off. I think that I thought that slurpees were the brand-name product and that slurpees were a 7-11 generic version.
I'm not a fan of flavored ice, in general. So, down with slurpees, slush puppies, mr. mistys, sno cones, and semi-frozen sodas. My favorite frozen treats are the butterfinger blizzard and the peanut-buster parfait, both from Dairy Queen.
Fun fact (well, not so fun): I don't think there is a single DQ in Chicago. Perhaps in the suburbs.
I think parents are obligated to deprive their children of various joys: that way, when they're adults and are weighed down with anxieties and depression they can at least console themselves with all the slushees they can reasonably consume.
101: Dairy Queen's website says 5 locations in Chicago.
I don't think there is a single DQ in Chicago. Perhaps in the suburbs.
The Dairy Queen site says there are at least five in Chicago proper. About five million in the suburbs.
My use of proper house style and additional info about the suburbs keeps the 103-104 progression from constituting a real "pwning."
Did she seduce you as some sort of outreach program?
The technical term is "flirty fishing", right?
Meanwhile, when I was a kid, I thought Coke was a rare treat; you got it when you saw Grandad.
Holy crap. And you people think I'm the elitist pc lefty? Slurpees are fucking awesome.
The technical term is "flirty fishing", right?
Holy crap. I was just reading about this the other day in the Children of God wikipedia entry. Notably this:
Children born as result of Flirty Fishing were referred to as "Jesus Babies". By the end of 1981, over 300 "Jesus Babies" had been born.
109: I like the idea that a critical question might be whether you love Jesus enough to join a threesome.
100: that slush puppies were the brand-name original.
110: I would only have a threesome with two women. You know, because I'm a Christian.
B-- I really loved that Blog Post you did about the KMart woman who sold you a hot dog and a slush puppy for PK when he was hot and hungry and you were broke for the change in your pocket.
Though for me it was Long John Silver's.
OH man, that is so sad. LJS's is *the* fast food place that you go to once every five to seven years, thinking "hey, fish! It's better than a burger, and it can't be that bad--what can you do to ruin fish?"
And then you have a few bites, remember, and throw the rest in the trash.
113: Thank you. I still remember that. She was lovely.
I had LJS dreams, too. I think I was well into my twenties before I made it there.
And then you have a few bites, remember, and throw the rest in the trash.
Crazy hippie talk, that is. Long John Silver's is yummy. Hell, I don't even need the fish; they could just give me a basket of fried batter.
118: Hell yes! Crispies are delicious.
I've never eaten at a LJS. In fact, I don't even think there is one near where I grew up. I dimly recall an Arthur Treacher's 20 minutes away, but I don't think we ever ate there either. I grew up next to the ocean, though, so maybe we didn't need one as much as everyone else.
Apo is correct; Tim is misinformed. Cola Slurpees are the ur-Slurpee.
We used to bicycle to the 7-11 to get RC's and moon pies, buy comic books and baseball cards and play video games. And anyone who didn't must have grown up in Communistan.
I sleep in a Slurpee.
It's slipperee.
Never had a slurpee.
Down here in Texas we do have stands about the size of one-hour photo booths that sell shaved ice + syrup. My preferences are vanilla on one side, Coke on the other; or pineapple coconut.
Six Slurpee things:
- One summer I bought a Slurpee nearly every day, paid for with 93 pennies from my Tootsie-roll-shaped bank. The cashiers were surprisingly nice about this.
- Mixing flavors in layers! Do you remember the thrill of childhood transgression this inspired? Until, of course, they introduced the see-through Slurpee cups and you realized you weren't really putting one over on the clerk after all.
- Coca Cola is the One True Slurpee, although there is something to be said for all of the non-Pina Colada fruit flavors. Pina Colada, however, is disgusting, both practically and morally: its artificial coconut and brazen status as a means of giving kids a taste for rum are both inexcusable.
- When I was still playing ultimate frisbee on a regular basis I would sometimes get a large Slurpee and a quart of Gatorade immediate after and consume both. This is a particularly delicious (and nonfatal, thus far) way to experience what hyponatremia feels like.
- The key is to find a 7-11 that maintains its Slurpee facilities *just* poorly enough. Not broken too often. Sufficiently trafficked that your preferred cylinder isn't often over- or under-frozen. And with enough lingering residue from previous flavors that your coke slurpee has a delicious hint of artificial cherry or (best of all) Sunkist orange soda under it. Perfect.
- I still remember the joy I felt when 7-11 introduced the specially-shaped (and then adequately-long) Slurpee straw. Finally, a corporation that cares.
I don't think I ever have made it to a LJS, and now I'm all east coastified and seafood snobby.
We did eat a fair amount of catfish when I was a kid, though. And some kind of frozen breaded fish fillets from the Schwann's man.
Long John Silver's is yummy
True, yet even as a child I wondered uneasily just what went into hush puppies.
14: Our network guy spells it "slurp33". Makes a reasonably good password, I guess.
I've never had one and I don't remember the kids being onto them. Flavored ice just doesn't sound appealing.
I don't think I ever have made it to a LJS
Cap'n D's counts for the purposes of this exercise.
Coca Cola is the One True Slurpee, although there is something to be said for all of the non-Pina Colada fruit flavors. Pina Colada, however, is disgusting,
This is so, so wrong. Pina Colada is, with Cherry, the greatest of presently available slurpees. I've previously professed my admiration for your technical abilities. Now I just feel violated and dirty.
Also no on Cap'n D's. My parents were pretty suspicious of seafood in general.
Sifu and I are going to make them eat lobsters this summer. I already made my mom eat mussels when she was here visiting recently.
Our network guy spells it "slurp33".
As a sophisticated urban elitist, I prefer the slurpé.
Arthur Treachers totally rocks. Also, Chicago-style hot dogs. Steamed poppy-seed buns, sport peppers, Vienna beef, celery salt, surly ex-con chef. I wept secret tears of joy when I found a grocery store here that sold celery salt.
Now that I think about it, it was Red Lobster that seemed most glamorous to me, not LJS.
Pina Colada is, with Cherry, the greatest of presently available slurpees.
Even above Fanta Banana and Mountain Dew Blue Shock?
134: Now Red Lobster can flat-out fuck up some seafood.
Even above Fanta Banana and Mountain Dew Blue Shock?
Your licentiousness sickens me.
Yankee, please. We had moon pies and RC colas.
Pina Colada is, with Cherry, the greatest.... Fanta Banana and Mountain Dew Blue Shock
Rankest heresies, all.
130: Tim, I am doing my best to appreciate that you must experience the same depth of feeling on this issue as I do. So for now I will bite my tongue and suggest that we resolve our doctrinal differences only after we have successfully prosecuted war on the Slurpee nonbelievers.
Jammies and I sometimes play "prom night" and get all dressed up to go to Red Lobster.
It's no surprise that when faced with the end of their promising career and the sad realization that it was all a giant waste of time that people turn to slurpees.
Yankee, please. We had moon pies and RC colas.
How do you say "pwned" in cracker?
I can't believe you people like LJS. So, so horrifying.
My childhood junk food memory is that at the stable where we rode horses, there was a coke machine that sold soda *in little bottles*. After you've spent all afternoon working up a sweat mucking stalls and such, strawberry soda is so, so good.
I haven't actually had Fanta Banana or Mountain Dew Blue Shock (or any of the three Sugar-free Crystal Light Slurpee flavors). I do recommend checking out the rejected flavors at their website. My favorites were prosciutto and emoberry.
I was brought up as a kid to hate two restaurants. Red Lobster, and a local place called "Yester-day's" that totally screwed up my mom's 35th birthday party.
Places that advertised on TV and looked great were really only Sonic and Chuck E. Cheese. To this day it seems that Sonic's locations are apparently in the same place as White Castle, that being "nowhere I've ever been". But Sonic advertises nationally nonetheless.
Jammies and I sometimes play "prom night" and get all dressed up to go to Red Lobster.
The more I get know you two, the more I get the sense that you actually *do* things like this, and don't just joke about them.
should be "Places that advertised on TV and looked great but showed no signs of existing in real life".
Chuck E. Cheese looked like a crappy version of Discovery Zone, anyway. I'm going D.Z. at Discovery Zone. Discover what I can do on my own.
Remember Rax? Those were delicious sandwiches.
I can't believe you people like LJS.
BitchPhD has shown yet again, this time through her condescension toward the good people of rural Pennsylvania, that she is out-of-touch with the pulse of this country and that she will be picked apart in the general election. Also, she has not renounced her affiliation with her church of kid-diddlers.
My Mom drew the line at Chuck E. Cheese. She just couldn't take it. She would take us any place else, but not there.
I finally went to one for the first time when one of Caroline's friends had a birthday party there. It wasn't so dreadful.
136 is very true. That you recognize the heinousness of Red Lobster and yet can bear to choke down LJS amazes me.
I've never been to a White Castle, and not to a Sonic since I was a little kid. They don't much seem to exist around here. However, I can attest that Chuck E. Cheese, quite apart from the migraine-inducing atmosphere, has just about the worst goddamned pizza imaginable.
How do you say "pwned" in cracker?
I liked Nehi Peach better than RCs, anyway.
There's a joint Taco Bell/LJS drivethrough near an old place of work. Mmmm, double tecker taco and clam strips!
Good to see that this site maintains a healthy diversity of opinion, with the "People who don't ride bikes are bizarre" consensus in this thread, and the "People who ride bikes are bizarre" consensus in the other thread.
So several people here were raised by hippies who didn't let them have slurpees. Is anyone here being a big hippy and denying slurpees to their kids?
Caroline and Joey are not Americans by Ogged's standards, and if things work out, won't ever be.
It wasn't so dreadful.
::Boggles in horror::
White Castle really is as gross as people say. Sonic, on the other hand? Is FUCKING AWESOME. You can get tater tots instead of french fries there, people.
153: You had them down in DC? We didn't get them up around NYC until much, much later. I remember my brother in CA telling me that the company didn't think a rat-like mascot would fly in the greater-NY area and that's why we didn't have them and everyone else did, but I assumed that he was full of shit, as he nearly always is.
155: Fast food exists in its own separate milieu, B. Comparing LJS and Red Lobster is like comparing apples and lube racks.
I'm a slushy beverage snob. The one true vended frozen drink is the late, lamented Koolee from QuikTrip. Sadly, due to a lack of copyright foresight the Koolee wasn't marketable in every state QT operates in, so when they replaced the unreliable machines a few years ago they concocted the horrid name "Freezoni" for the product that comes from the new machines. The good news is, they're still satisfying and they're now somewhat reliably available in QTs outside Oklahoma. But oh, do I hate that name.
Slushees and their ilk are inferior, as they have some weird foaming agent added to them. Buy one and let it melt and it'll have suds on top long after the ice is gone. This doesn't happen with a Koolee, as QT always made them with the same syrup used for the soda fountain machines.
Since moving to DC I've occasionally made the mistake of getting a Slushee, but now that Rita's is in the neighborhood I'm happy. They don't sell Rita's in 44oz cups, though.
To this day it seems that Sonic's locations are apparently in the same place as White Castle, that being "nowhere I've ever been".
Here in Chicago, all the White Castles I've been to are behind bulletproof glass where the cashier pushes food out using a rotating slot like a bank teller. If they stuffed a deposit receipt and some rolled coins into the bag instead of their sliders, it would probably provide a tastier and more satisfying meal.
160: Rob, stop fucking up your kids.
PK's current slurpee-resembling snack of choice is "Hawaiian" shaved ice, which is ubiquitous here. He gets it when we go to the swap meet on the weekends.
One of my college friends worked as a Showbiz Pizza bear. They even let him take the bear suit home with him. I remember him wearing it to a couple of (non-furry) parties.
We had Biff Burger, which in my youth did not know it was nostalgia-inducing, though it has since figured this out.
Never mind slushies, my kids have never had pop. Wine, beer, and whiskey, yes, but no pop. (Little pitchers like to sneak the last drop out of glasses left on coffee tables. Yes, I'm a bad parent.)
Getting shave ice in Hawaii was a revelation. In a couple of months I'm going to be seriously craving some POG shave-ice.
165: The White Castle near where Ridge crosses Clark is not like that -- or at least it didn't used to be. I went there with my friend Pete once.
162: We had them in northern Virginia, at least. Or rather, I know we had the ads. I never had evidence of the physical existence of one as a child.
And, really, they aren't so bad. The one I went to had a system of tubes you could crawl through and the slide down into big vat of plastic balls. And they had ski-ball and a couple good video games.
A question for the group: is the idea behind Rita's Frozen Ice Gelati disgusting or intriguing? I haven't had it, although I can vouch for Rita's water ice being pretty good.
169: I got roll-around-on-the-floor drunk doing that at least twice as a kid/toddler. I was a notorious drink stealer -- sneaking up on whiskey sours and tiny Rolling Rocks (it was the 70s) and pounding them really fast before anyone could stop me.
And, really, they aren't so bad. The one I went to had a system of tubes you could crawl through and the slide down into big vat of plastic balls. And they had ski-ball and a couple good video games.
The one here even encourages adults to play in the tube thing which is awesome if kind of exhausting. Most other places don't let you play in them of you are over some height.
173: ?!?!?
Rita's Gelati with vanilla soft ice cream is about 400 times better than the Rita's ice on its own. I don't even know why you would think it's disgusting. Two pretty standard things combined together.
Exactly when did Unfogged become Lileks, with all this Slurpee and Chuck E. Cheese nostalgia? Why don't you tell us what you bought at Target, Ogged?
That is, with certain flavors of the ice. Obviously the mint chocolate chip ice plus vanilla ice crea,m would not be as satisfying as the mango or green apple ice plus ice cream.
my kids have never had pop
Jesus, Chopper. PK called coke "tuht" before he could properly speak.
176: I think I find it vaguely revolting because I can't avoid thinking of the endgame: when you've got a melting dairy product and a melting sugar water product. Surely that isn't kosher.
But if the frozen combination is sufficiently delicious, perhaps that final state isn't a concern.
175: I love those tube things, and always play in them if I can fit.
There was a big one outside of Ottowa that I wanted to rent and use as the setting for a monster movie. It would be like an updated haunted carnival, except more claustrophobic. I'm not sure what kind of monster would go well there. Something oozing that can take up a whole tube and move quickly.
PK called coke "tuht" before he could properly speak.
Was this because all his baby teeth rotted out?
I'm sorry, the tube things and ball pits for kids are just gross. Also the big blow up bouncy castles. Who wants to be rolling around in some nasty plastic thing where thousands of filthy children have been rolling around, with their unwashed bottoms and snotty noses? Plus the bouncy castles, you just know those things are grossly hot inside and smell funny.
And don't try and tell me "oh, they spray those things down with massive chemicals to kill the germs." Like that would make it any better. Ew.
180: The frozen combination is indeed sufficiently delicious, but the melty part isn't bad either (my strawberry custard/green apple ice concoction got melty Saturday and I lived to tell the tale). It's no more or less weird than a root beer float.
OTOH, I tried one of the Misto things where they run the two through a blender, and I wouldn't really recommend it.
I still remember the joy I felt when 7-11 introduced the specially-shaped (and then adequately-long) Slurpee straw.
Yes, I forgot to mention the wonderful straws. A straw and a spoon all in one. Who could ask for anything more perfect?
Was this because all his baby teeth rotted out?
No. He's seven, and he had his first "filling" a month or so ago, which took no anesthesia and was really merely filling in a little crack in a back molar lest it become a cavity. So there.
(This year in school, his teacher had them do an experiment where they put a baby tooth--it was one of his that I surreptitiously supplied, but don't tell him that--in coke. He has since decided that he dislikes coke, though he'll still drink lemon-lime soda because the teacher told him--wrongly, I suspect, but oh well--that clear soda isn't as damaging as brown soda. He hasn't given up root beer, either.)
bought at Target
Quality wooden toys for under $10. Do you want to hear about comic book collecting next, or a collection of cereal-box toys from the late 80s? In another two years, Target will sell fixies, but only in hilly places.
filthy children have been rolling around, with their unwashed bottoms and snotty noses
At all the one's I've been to, the children are required to wear pants, B.
What strange naked ball pit do you go to?
And do they have an adults only night?
PK called coke "tuht" before he could properly speak.
You cut his hair into a rat tail and let him wander around the trailer park without a diaper on, too, dincha.
the children are required to wear pants
And do you know where those pants have been? No you do not. And you still haven't addressed the snotty nose problem. PLUS they have to take off their shoes, so you're also talking about sweaty little socks. EW EW EW.
Who wants to be rolling around in some nasty plastic thing where thousands of filthy children have been rolling around, with their unwashed bottoms and snotty noses? Plus the bouncy castles, you just know those things are grossly hot inside and smell funny.
They need to build up their immune system, B. Embrace the germs.
Who knew Bitch could be this uptight?
189: No, his hair was uncut. But yes, he wandered around without diapers on when it was time to potty train. And I was just telling him this morning that his mama is kind of a hippie, and thinks it's perfectly okay for children to be outside naked, even though some people are uptight and don't. But those people are wrong.
169: You're only a bad parent if you let them drink cheap scotch and bad wine. Start developing their palates now.
I have never had a Slurpee and have never eaten at a Taco Bell. I do have a television. It is my friend. It has tiny people inside who put on plays for me. Since I got cable, there have been tiny naked people, as well.
If I'd had a television as a child, I wouldn't have had to read the entire fucking encyclopaedia. I could have become a devoted follower of prime time dramas and known what the hell the other girls were talking about in school, instead of being shunned for my lack of tiny people knowledge. But I did get to drink good scotch.
Germs are one thing. Grime is another.
have never eaten at a Taco Bell.
Taco Bell is only mildly less gross than LJS. You're not missing anything.
clear soda isn't as damaging as brown soda
Just as sugar-rotty, but the clear/yellow sodas don't contain phosphoric acid, and too much phosphorus causes your body to leach calcium from your bones to maintain the calcium/phosphorus ratio in your body.
DE: The tiny naked people are very nice. I'm much happier now that I have accepted the fact that I have tiny naked people for friends.
You know if you buy them a bigger TV, they aren't as tiny any more. They grow to fit the size of their aquarium.
197: !!!!! Awesome. I shall inform PK. He likes knowing this stuff.
Taco Bell is only mildly less gross than LJS.
I'm pretty sure LJS doesn't have a meat hose (I'd link to the appropriate comment, but archived comments are all still MIA).
too much phosphorus causes your body to leach calcium from your bones to maintain the calcium/phosphorus ratio in your body.
Does taking supplemental calcium help with this at all? Because, I really love diet coke.
Apo, you are making my life so easy today. I'm going to tell Mr. B. and PK (both of whom claim to like Taco Bell) about the meat hose. Thank you!
Taco Bell is only mildly less gross than LJS. You're not missing anything.
I find Taco Bell to be gross is a disturbingly pleasing sort of way. Mmmm, chalupa!
Also the big blow up bouncy castles. Who wants to be rolling around in some nasty plastic thing where thousands of filthy children have been rolling around, with their unwashed bottoms and snotty noses? Plus the bouncy castles, you just know those things are grossly hot inside and smell funny.
Awesome. Now, consider airplanes, or taxi cabs, or sofas, or restaurants.
I kind of love Taco Bell. It's really one of the few "mmm, icky fast food" choices vegetarians have. When I was a vegan I would order "bean and cheese burritos without the cheese" and "5-layer burritos." Kind of gross; kind of awesome.
You can't avoid riding in airplanes sometimes, and at least they (hopefully) change the little headrest cover occasionally. Taxis, sofas, and restaurants, similarly, you do not actually *roll around in*. Hopefully.
You can't avoid other people's grime altogether, but you can avoid wallowing in it.
Does taking supplemental calcium help with this at all?
Couldn't hurt, certainly.
you can avoid wallowing in it
Says the woman in the open marriage.
Taxis, sofas, and restaurants, similarly, you do not actually *roll around in*. Hopefully.
You've never actually rolled around on a sofa? How sad.
Taxis, sofas, and restaurants, similarly, you do not actually *roll around in*. Hopefully.
Next on the list, hotel room beds and bedding.
The bean burritos at Taco Bell are tasty if you add enough Fire Sauce.
too much phosphorus causes your body to leach calcium from your bones
what i recalled
cobalt in beers, which is used to cause it foam, is not good for one's cardiac muscles, could cause dilated cardiomyopathy
slurpees, never heard of them
in my childhood we drank our lemonade, my coworker says he drank fanta
162: the company didn't think a rat-like mascot would fly in the greater-NY area
I suppose it doesn't quite count, but there was definitely at least one in central NJ in the late 70s/early 80s, by which time I was too old for them, but, unfortunately, my siblings weren't.
I was at one recently, and it was definitely less dreadful than it was in the early days, even without correcting for 30 years of accumulated crankiness on my part. No more animatronic singing rats, which is a big improvement.
213: Huh. That's basically where I grew up -- Monmouth Co., by the beach -- and we didn't have one. Was this CEC over by Trenton or something?
Look, you people can point out that there are germs everywhere all you like, but it is nonetheless true that ball pits and bouncy castles are revolting little dens of smelly grossness, and that only children and other foolish people enjoy them.
The Taco Bell(/Pizza Hut!) in Union Square is disgusting on a spiritual level. It greatly exceeds the NYC chain restaurant requirement of at least one photograph of the World Trade Center—there are at least four.
No more animatronic singing rats
Mice, and they still had 'em in Southern Ontario, anyway. I've managed to keep from taking PK to that awful place since we moved here. So far.
214: No, further north than that. This would have been Middlesex county, Rt. 18 a few miles south of Exit 9.
Jammies and I sometimes play "prom night" and get all dressed up to go to Red Lobster.
Afterwards, heebie vomits cheap sparkling wine onto her gown, Jammies makes out with heebie's best friend while they dance to "Up Where We Belong", heebie drunkenly screams at Jammies until he hustles her out to the parking lot, and they reconcile tearfully in the backseat of heebie's dad's car. Heebie is naked to the waist and panting when Jammies' friends come banging on the fogged up car windows; he shoos them away and pretends to be angry.
ball pits and bouncy castles children are revolting little dens of smelly grossness, and that only children and other foolish people their parents enjoy them.
205: Ever go to Burger King and order a Whopper without the burger?
Cobalt? Holy shit, I'm staying away from Mongolian beer. Google says that sulphonates are popular here.
SONIC! There were two Sonics within a mile of my childhood home, one right next to my high school and one by the library. I think the closest one around here is somewhere out in Metairie though.
220: Well, yes. Which is why adults who want to play in ball pits, climby tunnels, or bouncy castles are either crazy or pedophiles, or possibly both.
205: Ever go to Burger King and order a Whopper without the burger?
"Whopper, extra herring, no bun."
"Hey, you said I could have it my way!"
"Milkshake, hold the cup."
220: Well, yes. Which is why adults who want to play in ball pits, climby tunnels, or bouncy castles are either crazy or pedophiles, or possibly both.
See the goalposts move, as B attempts to cast skeptics of her magical thinking on hygiene as crazy pedos.
219: Unfogged Slash Fiction!
Either that or there were some fun parts of UnfoggeDCon II that I missed.
Can someone write a good unfogged/buffy crossover?
Can someone write a good unfogged/buffy crossover?
You wish, rob. I get paid for bespoke slashfic.
For some reason, this made me think of Heebie and Jammies:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-6HqMHpkFo
219: Unfogged Slash Fiction!
For most people I'd say "Read the archives," but with M//// I'm just confused.
So several people here were raised by hippies who didn't let them have slurpees. Is anyone here being a big hippy and denying slurpees to their kids?
For the record, I was raised by non-hippies and ate horrid food as a child (my mother's Italian father came from a then-typical immigrant family who abandoned the Old World culture, thus robbing me of the opportunity to be a food snob way before it was cool). But I deny my children junk food, even though our hometown burger chain uses seasonal and locally sourced ingredients (natch, it's Portland; the kids' meals come with recycled crayons).
116: I ZED I WANTED A FUKN QUADR0-P0UNDER! GET IT R1TE 0R
DIE!
Canada, Nebraska, Minnesota, Belgium during the Sixties. There were dozens of fatalities. Cobalt was used as a foaming agent in tiny amounts, but it turned out that alcohol increases the toxicity of cobalt greatly. Victims were drinking from 6 to 30 (!) beers a day.
Googling does not find the names of the breweries, but there had to have been at least four of them.
B may be completely correct that ball pits are the stupidest thing ever -- even the tiniest bit of germiness outweighs the pathetic boringness of ball pits.
But bouncy castles? How can you not like bouncy castles? They are so bouncy!
How can you not like bouncy castles?
The sexist implications of bounciness are well known in feminist circles.
Chuck E Cheese is ok as long as they have that beat-the-crap-out-of-the-field-rodent game.
I had Taco Bell a few days ago.
222 why only Mongolian, i'm sure ours are more like naturally brewed and does not contain anything chemical
http://ntp.niehs.nih.gov/index.cfm?objectid=E87B96C1-BDB5-82F8-F495D8DD7DC4E89B
http://www.corrosion-doctors.org/Elements-Toxic/Cobalt.htm#Co
just to warn good beer loving people of potential hazards, though of course to consume 6 beers a day is like a lot of physical challenge and not everybody can be challenged like that
ogged, you gotta stop punching out the mascots. They are just teenagers paid minimum wage.
Thus it is written, if and when Ogged has a child he claims as his own, said child will have a thinly disguised cute pseud and a daily update on precociousness.
Is there a separate name for people like to have sex with furries, but don't like to dress up in furry costumes themselves?
Victims were drinking from 6 to 30 (!) beers a day.
I can only imagine how the heavy drinkers suffered.
If I have a kid, I'm going to train him in a sport, Tiger Woods style. What's a smart kid going to do? Ask me for money until he finishes grad school at 35? It's dumb jock kids for me, and you might get something like "The kid did fifteen pushups today. Tomorrow, sixty crunches, and maybe we start him on solid food."
235-How can you not like bouncy castles? They are so bouncy!
I distinctly remember the first time I was over the maximum height limit for the bouncy castle at the county fair. Partly I was just puzzled at the concept of a max height after so many years of not being tall enough for things, but I was devastated at the prospect of never, ever getting to play in a bouncy castle again because of some stupid rule.
The link in 243 is pretty damn impressive.
242: Not sure, but the state of being aroused by the sight of furries is "costumescence".
(egads, it's turning into the Atlantic Monthly around here)
245: having played in a bouncy castle at my current height, the risk of flying clear out of the top -- or sending some kid clear out of the top -- is very real. It's also super fun, but that's neither here nor there.
Bouncy castles used to be a staple at big warehouse raves in California. Or, rather, advertised bouncy castles were a staple of rave fliers. The bouncy castles themselves would get popped within about 20 minutes of the start of the party.
If I have a kid, I'm going to train him in a sport, Tiger Woods style.
Yeah, but you'll probably pick a sport like swimming, or bowling, which would seem to defeat the purpose.
Zomg google! Here is the text of the speech, which was by Ms. Pr3tz. Imagine it delivered with very little oratorical flair:
Does anyone have a watch I could borrow? Oh well, someone just tell me when it's time. Now, in volume two, part three, chapter nine of Democracy in America, which is on page 591 in the edition we all had to buy for Soc, Alexis de Tocqueville writes:
I have been frequently surprised and almost frightened at the singular skill and happy boldness with which young women in America contrive to manage their thoughts and their language amid all the difficulties of free conversation; a philosopher would have stumbled at every step along the narrow path which they tread without accident and without effort.
Free conversation is the highlight of our experience of the University of Chicago. In generosity, I will also include young men in Tocqueville's "singular skill and happy boldness", though I am sorely tempted to exclude "that kid" from Hum and Soc, whose comments were usually limited to some variation of "Umm, like, so the meta-dichotomy in this thing is kind of, in a way, almost pseudo-socio-Foucaultian [sic], you know?"
Truly, though, weh ave all had the invaluable gift of the diversity of ideas which our classmates and our professors brought to our free conversation with some of the most brilliant thinkers in human history. Particularly in the core, we have read, discussed, debated, and written about their works, and, more importantly, we have formed a community based entirely on the diversity of our ideas. This is the diversity our culture strives for. Other types of diversity—those based on skin color, income, etc.—contribute to the life of this intellectual environment only inasmuch as they contribute to the ideas of the individuals who inhabit it. This is the diversity of our class, our college, and our university.
Tocqueville writes elsewhere:
The taste for pleasures of the mind, moreover, is so natural to the heart of civilized man that even among those highly civilized nations least disposed to indulge in these pursuits there are always a certain number of people who will take to them. This intellectual craving, once felt, would very soon have been satisfied.
We have felt this craving and have had our cocktails and appetizers in the core and our concentrations. But our banquet will last a lifetime. We have learned how to indulge our intellectual appetites. And no matter what we move on to do, we carry our Chicago-style critical perspective with us; we will never be intellectually hungry. So, congratss all around. Champagne and bonbons to follow. Thank you.
I don't recall having noticed how political it is at the time.
Ogged, please train this hypothetical child to be a place kicker. I've been convinced for a long time that this would be doable, and it'd be great to have my hypothesis tested.
If I have a kid, I'm going to train him in a sport, Tiger Woods style.
You might have a problem in the talent portion of the equation, unless you are working on a secret genetics implant or something. Or you might train the world's potentially greatest tennis player ever to be a mediocre swimmer. And of course the future athlete will still wave and say "Hi Mom" when the camera is on belittling your sacrifice on national tv.
My older daughter has only a vague notion of prices and value, and she clings to the hope that she will one day be able to afford a bouncy castle with the contents of her piggy bank. I have tried diverting her attention with various arguments about the impracticality of this dream, but she will not be disuaded: she wants a bouncy castle.
At one point we looked up the prices of bouncy castles on the CostCo website (she knows that they are for sale at CostCo because she has seen them in the store), but the concept of $999 is still a little too abstract for her to appreciate how far away she is from her goal.
A friend of mine wants a bouncy castle at her wedding.
Furversion: more common than you might think.
Not everyone in furry fandom owns a fursuit. In an Internet survey of 600 participants, the Department of Psychology at the University of California, Davis found out that 18% of respondents own a fursuit
255: My brother bought a bouncy castle for my nieces. I didn't think he spent that much on it.
There is a playground equipment retailer with a open showroom near our house. Caroline had her 5th birthday party there.
256: did you google that, or did you just happen upon the actual term?
it does or they do
i think i'll never be able to process plural verbs like automatically correctly, always have to think first plurals!! or singular add plus s something
255: Not to mention the air compressor. Or do those come with?
My neighbors growing up had an air compressor in their garage and a seltzer spigot on their sink. (These things were unrelated, but both cool.)
264: Well, yes. But I did want to forestall any confusion that it was the air compressor making the fizzy water. No.
250-the risk of flying clear out of the top -- or sending some kid clear out of the top -- is very real
Oh, I understand that now, and I even kind of understood it at the time (after my dad explained). But it was still devastating. Up until then, getting older/bigger was unequivocally great, in that it qualified me for new stuff. The bouncy castle represents my first (vivid, remembered) encounter with the notion that childhood ends.
B- Just a neat little factoid but there are more bacterial cells in your body than human cells. They are smaller so they don't take up as much room, but, "you" are still mostly germs in a numeric sense.
RE: LJS the last time we went there when I was a child a number of patrons, my mother included, came away with a nice shiny new hepatitis infection. Funny, we never went back...
I remember him wearing it to a couple of (non-furry) parties
...and to all of the furry parties.
I used to get a small Slush Puppee from the Gulf station every time my dad happened to be there and I happened to be with him. I fucking loved Slush Puppies. These days I only drink chemical-laiden diet drinks and find that sugared soda tastes really weird so I doubt I would enjoy it much anymore but, seriously, a childhood without Slush Puppees is a childhood of tears.
Christ, now I want a Slush Puppee but I just know it's going to taste weird. Fuck.
261: I didn't google it. Is it a term actually in use?
Also: Friends of Toto
269: According to Wikipedia (as I just learned), both "plushophile" and "furvert" are acceptable usages ("Similar to the word queer in homosexual culture, the term furvert may be used pejoratively, as a self-referential joke, or merely as a descriptor.")
yesterday for example i flew over the entire US in a cloudless sky until Chicago, then some clouds appeared, but still land was visible through clouds
and i noticed that the bottom of the Great lakes can be seen through water from the sky
so so great flight, our captain was saying like a tour guide 'to your right side you see Salt Lake city etc'
always flew above clouds before, with land visible just before landing
My older sister was going through a bunch of old stuff at my parents' house and found the check stubs from my first checkbook. She was howling with laughter over the fact that there was a stub from a check made out to the local convenience store in the amount of three or four dollars, with "Slush Pupplies" in the memo line. She did a mocking imitation of the then 16-year old Knecht waving the checkbook in the air and saying "A round of Slush Puppies for everyone! They're on me!"
Knecht, maybe you've answered this elsewhere, but how was your dinner?
273: Thanks for asking. Dinner was delightful. The food came out great, the wine flowed freely, and we all had a great time. I did not know these particular colleagues very well (and I didn't know their s.o.'s at all), so I was pleasantly surprised at what nice company they made.
He slept with all his underlings.
You call a round of slush puppies DINNER?
Since we are asking Knecht questions . . . Does your company start with the letter M, sir?
277: First course was cold white asparagus spears drizzled with lemon juice and olive oil. J-Mo's vegetable terrine suggestion also inspired me to make a vegetable tian as a side dish to the main course.
278: He tried to buy you a Slush Puppy after dinner, didn't he?
Knecht had a dinner and didnt invite us?!??!
Or, at least, me?!?!??!
278: That question is a little too revealing for a public forum. E-mail me at knecht underscore ruprecht a-with-circle yahoo dot com and I will tell you.
What did you end up serving as the first course?
281: It would have been too complicated to explain to my colleagues how I know you: "When it looks like I'm deeply engaged in some serious, important thing at work, I'm actually chatting with Will about euphemisms for sex."
oudemia:
Think very dark and a kind of liquid. And Knecht's last name is the son of a king.
Whoops. Pwned seventeen ways from Sunday.
285: You're not describing any person I know.
287:
right. hush. hush. and all that.
Bla_kw_t_r
288: Your own personal Chocolate Jesus.
I used to know where Knecht works, but I forgot.
I used to know where Knecht works, but I forgot.
So the roofies worked, did they?
I ... I guess so.
I just found out again, though. Ha!
267: You have quadrillions of dead bacteria in your large intestine alone. (The national debt is tiny in comparison -- only a few trillion.)
Boggs drank Lite beer. That's like driving off the ladies' tee.
SomeCallMeTim is a real American. And I'll bet that gswift would be commenting, if he weren't two-fisting a Slurpee and a microwavable burrito right now.
When I was a lad we'd ride our bikes to the 7-11 to play video games. Slurpee and a chili cheese dog is a meal of champions. (with the chili and cheese coming out of pump dispensers of course)
"Number of beers" is a horrifically inaccurate way to measure alcohol intake, because beers have such different alcohol content. Beer makers aren't required by law to reveal alcohol content, but I bet a lot of light beers have less than 3.2%alcohol by volume.
Why did Boggs drink lite beer? Health consciousness, or to stay slim. He's still alive, someone should ask.
301: won't fill you up, doesn't slow you down.
with the chili and cheese coming out of pump dispensers of course
The chili and cheese Slurpee was a particularly unsuccessful flavor.
Not half so bad as Squirrel, though.
never drinking a coke-and-everclear slurpee again wasn't really a big concern for me when I quit drinking. to 250: oooh, raves with bouncy castles! so fun!
305: pretty much anything with Everclear is likely to be a bad idea. Tang and Everclear, for instance, is definitely not recommended.
"Peppermint Schnapps" consisting of Everclear and a bottle of peppermint extract: profoundly not reccomended.
A "shinedriver," consisting of a glass of iced moonshine with Tang powder stirred into it, is likewise not recommended.
In a couple of months I'm going to be seriously craving some POG shave-ice.
OH MY GOD. It's Nature's perfect food.
You *must* tell me where exactly you got this. I'm booking a plane ticket even as we speak.