The time I got my tongue stuck to its cold—but somehow hot—metallic face. The time the breakfast crew in the
By The CRIMSON Staff
Dec 6, 2001
- The time I got my tongue stuck to its cold—but somehow hot—metallic face.
- The time the breakfast crew in the dining hall caught me cradling it in my arms after a night of lo-cal passion.
- The time I got cock-blocked by the salad tongs.
- The time I let it drip all over my face, chest and buttocks.
- The time I made the card-checker lick the machine while I watched.
- The time I asked it to the winter formal and tried to get it drunk; all it wanted to do was spoon.
- The time I put my cone below the nozzle, filled it, and then enjoyed delicious frozen yogurt.
- The time I got turned on by the “jungle fever” aspect of the chocolate-vanilla swirl.
- The time I filled the cone while my roommate tossed my salad for me.
- The time I punched it and called it a slut after I caught it filling someone else’s cone that special way.
- The time I tried to talk it into a three way with the hot cocoa machine.
- The time the Fro-Yo wanted me to cover it with deez. Deez what? Deez crumbled nuts, butterscotch sauce and sprinkles, sucka!
- The time I deep-throated the cone.
- The time I yelled “Fuck me raw!” at it.
- The time I tried to get it to wear leather and spank me.
