Creamsicle Day is a pleasant occasion, and what better way to celebrate than with a creamsicle itself? That is, of course, unless you somehow get things mixed up and celebrate with chilli con carne.
I honestly have no idea how I got it this wrong; in fact I’m pretty sure I’ve beaten my personal record for cocked-upedness. Having said that, I could have confused today with Inappropriate High Five Day. Not that there is one, but I think it’d be my all-time favourite if it existed.
Anyway, it’s gone 11pm and I am sans creamsicle and could really do with one after that chilli. My mouth’s hotter than a tramp’s crotch. *raises hand for high five*