Technically, it happened Monday night. But I’m still feeling it.
I ate an entire pint of “Marsha Marsha Marshmallow,” and chased it with a glass of eggnog laced with Extra Old Mount Gay.
Then I died.
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Via Boing Boing, but I was alerted by Mir:
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Six minutes.
That’s how long it took for me to deliver a pint of blood from my body to the little rubbery plastic bag. Piece of cake. And I got a nifty t-shirt and juice to go with it.
And now? I’m having a glass of wine (it’s been 8 hours, I didn’t just give blood) and damn it tastes good. I should do this more often.
(anybody who thought the title referred to ben and jerry’s? is absolutely correct. One more week till I can have some)
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The Ben and Jerry’s is gone.
Actually, I ate it two nights ago, just didn’t admit it until now.
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