Most of my posts for the last couple of weeks have been about food, so I thought I’d try something different and tell you all a wee story about a milkshake:
Once upon a time there was a handsome, kind, gentle person called, erm, let’s say Kieran. He decided that because he’s such a nice person he would buy his friend a drink at lunchtime and took a stroll to Asda to peruse the choices for sale.
As it happens, it is funnier to buy a weird drink than a normal one. It was a crying shame that the awful mango and passionfruit Frijj drink was sold out so, as a second choice, it seemed a good idea to pick the cherry bakewell milkshake. At sixty pence how could he say no?
His work friend was “delighted” to receive such a “generous” and “tasty” gift. He was so “delighted” that he only took two sips and decided it was too nice to drink, and left it on the side of his desk over the weekend.
How surprised the two colleagues were then to return on Monday to find that the milkshake had turned not only into a solid but some kind of funky, disgusting, yellow scouring pad solid.
As a testament to the power of science, I have included two of the same picture up so it looks as though you’re looking at them through a pair of binoculars. Because that’s cool.
One day I’ll write about other things.
12 comments on “Lumpy Milkshake”
This is twice as disgusting as it needed to be thanks to your stereoscopic pseudo-scientific shenanigans. I am doubly disgusted. Well done.
Evidently nobody else has anything to say on this subject, so I am going to post another comment asking whether you have any plans to drink the milkshake.
Ian, do you have any plans to drink the milkshake?
More silence would have been funnier.
It’s gone. I didn’t get a chance to drink it although I have found an alternative at the bus stop along the road from work..
I wonder where it went? Maybe “Kieran” drank the rest of it, unable to resist its bakewell flavoured charms.
There are so many lumpy milkshakes floating around this office, I wouldn’t be surprised. The swine!
Where’s my lumpy, unapproachable, disgusting milkshake? The swine!
You should probably ask him. The swine!
I should do, and I will do. The swine!
If I had a milkshake, I think I may try and keep it. Like a hedge pig.
Let us know the results when you have done and you did done. The swine!
Kev doesn’t like commenting on posts about lumpy milkshakes, but he does like sorting out your custard-based duties.