M & Ms and Chocolate Ice Cream
Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today’s contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha
Subject: The Girls Eat More Chocolate
“Hey Ladies, Look what I found!” Sara says, to Tabitha and Ann who are hanging out in the living room.
“M & M premiums? Mint Chocolate sounds interesting. Are they like the Indiana Jones ones?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t tried them yet.”
“Well, what are we waiting for!”
“I’ve got some new ice cream in the freezer too as long as we’re taste testing things.”
“Can’t hurt.” Sara says, opening up the M & Ms.
They all grab a couple and look at them.
“They look like rocks.”
“They do a little bit. And they don’t have their signature crispy shell.”
“Does that mean they disprove the whole ‘melts in your mouth, not in your hand.’ theory?”
“Probably. They’re kind of chewy. But good.”
“What’s the description say?”
“Ann picks up the box. It’s white chocolate mint wrapped in dark chocolate.”
“I don’t think I care for them. The chewiness is throwing me off. I think they’re a little too sweet.”
“They are a little sweet, but I really like them. They don’t feel like I’m eating M & Ms though. It lacks that satisfying crunch when you bite into them.”
“I could live without the candy shell I guess. I do like these though.” Sara says, reaching for another handful.
“Someone should pick up some of the other types and try ‘em out.”
“I’d like to try the mocha.”
“Coffee flavored? Of course you would.”
“Okay, break out the ice cream. What flavor?”
.“Costa Rica Rainforest Vanilla and Chocolate. It’s made by Choctal. Actually, I looked up their website, and it turns out they’re environmentally friendly and eating ice cream supports the rain forest and all that.”
“All well and good…but does it taste yummy?”
“Let’s find out shall we?” Ann grabs three spoons and the pint of ice cream out of the freezer.
“Oooh. It’s all swirly.” Sara takes the first spoonful. “Mmm…It is very good.”
The others dig in.
“Excellent ice cream. Rich and creamy. They make other flavors?”
“Yeah, I love the flavor, and I like the vanilla and chocolate mixed too. Much better than your average vanilla/chocolate supermarket brand.”
“They have just chocolates and vanillas. They have single origin chocolate or vanilla though.”
“Single-origin? I guess this one is Costa Rica. They’ve been doing that single origin thing with chocolate more lately.”
“It does make sense. Cacao beans, vanilla beans, coffee beans…What’s the difference?”
“Very true. Wow..I guess we’re just going to finish the pint?” Sara asks, looking at the rapidly disappearing ice cream.
“Might as well. You know Billy or Scott would finish it off on us anyway if we left it.”
“In that case, dig in!”
Tags: candy, Chocolate, chocolate ice cream, chocolate review, choctal, costa rica, ice cream, M and Ms, M and Ms premiums, new york, premium chocolate, rainforest, review, single-origin
Apple Pie
Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today’s contributors are: Ann, Tabitha, Frank, and Scott.
Subject: The Apple Pie
The following is all an IM conversation. I’ve left out our real screen names. I’m worried about stalkers, Scott just thinks it’d be a good way to meet girls.
Tabitha: Can you take the apple pie out of the freezer? It has to defrost before I bake it tonight.
Ann: We’re having apple pie tonight? Nice. Sorry though, I’m not home. I went to the library to try to write. The apartments too distracting. Try Frank, he was having a loud argument with a video game when I left.
Tabitha: Okay, I’ll try him. What are you writing?
Ann: A little of this, a little of that. 
Tabitha: Gee, that sounds interesting. Good luck.
Tabitha: Frank? Frank! Are you there?
Frank: Yeah, I’m here. What’s up? 
Tabitha: Could you please take the apple pie out of the freezer so I can cook it tonight?
Frank: Apple pie? That sounds good. Do we have any ice cream to go with it?
Tabitha: I’m going to pick some up on my way home. But it’s pointless if you don’t take the pie out of the freezer.
Frank: No can do. I’m not home.
Tabitha: Ann said you were home fighting with one of your video games.
Frank: Ahh yes. I kept getting shot, and it was frustrating. I decided to go to work instead, I’m at Starbucks.
Tabitha: Starbucks? Scott’s? That’s right around the corner! Can’t you just run home? 
Frank: Nope, It took me too long to get into this room, and it’s going great. Sorry.
Tabitha: Well was anyone else home when you left?
Frank: Just Danny
Tabitha: I don’t think your refrigerator magnet is going to be able to defrost a pie.
Frank: Well how would you know, if you haven’t asked?
Tabitha: *roll* When is Scott working until?
Frank: I believe he’s off at five, which is shortly.
Tabitha: Perfect. Could you tell him to take the pie out? I’m sure he’ll say goodbye when he leaves.
Frank: Yeah, sure. Now I’m going to ignore you. You’re distracting me from my hands.
Tabitha: Raise Raise Raise!
Later…
Frank: Hey Tab, It looks like Scott left without saying anything. I didn’t get to tell him about the pie.
Tabitha: Shoot. It appears he’s online, so maybe he’ll respond.
Frank: You could always call him.
Tabitha: I could. Of course, I’m in class right now ‘taking notes’. It might be a bad idea to make calls too.
Frank: Sounds like a rocking class.
Tabitha: Hey, could you take the apple pie out of the freeze to defrost.
Scott: Pie? Sweeeeet! Where is it?
Tabitha: The freezer.
Scott: Yeah, but where in the freezer? There is a lot of crazy things in there.
Tabitha: It’s the pie shaped thing, that says Apple Pie on it. Crazy huh?
Scott: Right, and you want me to put it in your room?
Tabitha: No, just leave it on the counter.
Scott: Can I have a piece?
Tabitha: It’s not even cooked yet!
Scott: You need to cook apples? They’re a fruit right?
Tabitha: You cook them so the apples become softer and take on the spices and flavors.
Scott: So I can’t have a slice then?
Tabitha: No. Patience is a virtue…There is some apple sauce on the bottom shelf of the fridge if you need to sate your apple craving.
Scott: Apple sauce huh? I guess that’ll have to do. Don’t forget ice cream.
Tabitha: Oh, I won’t.
Scott: Get the choco-vanilla swirl stuff.
Tabitha: I know, We’ve done this before Scotty.
Scott: See you soon then. Hurry.
Tabitha: Relax! And don’t eat the pie!
Ann: Hola. Why is there a pie on the kitchen floor?
Tabitha: It’s on the floor? *swear* I told Scott to just leave it on the counter.
Ann: Floor, counter…same thing right? I’ll ask him. Talk to you later.
Ann: Scott…why did you leave the pie on the kitchen floor?
Scott: I put it on the counter like Tab asked.
Ann: No you didn’t, it’s on the floor.
Scott: How do you know?
Ann: Because I just saw it there.
Scott: You’re home?
Ann: Yes, it appears that way.
Scott walks into Ann’s room. “It’s not on the floor. It’s on the counter.”
“I picked it up. It was on the floor, trust me.”
“Okay. I took it out of the freezer, then went to get the apple sauce Tabitha mentioned.”
“And put the pie down in the process didn’t you? Distracted by apple sauce.”
“Well, it was good apple sauce!”
“Was it? Maybe I’ll have a snack before dinner.”
“Oh…Umm…sorry. I finished it.”
“Why am I not surprised?”
Tags: Apple cider, Apple Pie, Danny, dessert, ice cream
Are You One?! Are You Two?! Are You Twenty-Six?!
Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today’s contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha, Frank, Billy and Scott.
Subject: Are You One?! Are You Two?! Are You Twenty-Six?!
(Events of last weekend. I know our posts are lagging.)
Rosemarie: “..dear Billy! Happy Birthday to you! Now make a wish.”
Billy grins a very evil grin and blows out his candles.
“Well what did you wish for?”
“There’s always someone that has to ask that. You can’t tell or it won’t come true!” Sara frowns at Tabitha.
“Would you believe me if I said cake?”
“Probably.”
John(7th Floor): “What kind of cake is that? It looks good.”
“It’s a Baskin Robbins ice cream cake.”
John: “Awesome, lets get eating!”
“Will you do the honors and cut the cake Frank?”
“Sure. If you get me another beer.” Frank takes the last swig out of his beer bottle, holds it up and wiggles it at Tabitha, and then tosses it towards the bin of empties near the kitchen. His coordination not what it was earlier in the evening, it misses, bounces off the edge of the counter and shatters on the floor in front of the fridge.
“Nice shot Shaq.”
“And that’s why we don’t throw glass bottles in the apartment. You’ll have to wait for your beer until I clean this up now.”
“Fine, but then I’m not cutting the cake.”
“Just going to let it melt into a mess?”
“And what If I am?”
Rosemarie: “I’ll cut it.”
“You don’t have to.”
Rosemarie: “I don’t mind. Scott’s salivating is disturbing anyway.”
Scott snaps his jaw shut. “It’s such a good cake.” He whines.
John: “Nothing wrong with a little drool. Happy Birthday Billy!”
“Drool. Just what I always wanted!”
Sara is helping Rosemarie, taking the candles off the cake. “Who’s idea was it to put fire on an ice cream cake? It’s just going to melt faster.”
“What if Billy wished for his ice cream to never melt?”
“Then I imagine he’d be pretty disappointed.”
Rosemarie: “Okay sugar, here’s the first piece.”
“Oooh, me next!” Scott says, taking the next piece of cake when Rosemarie puts it on a plate.
Frank runs by and snatches it out of his hands. “Nah nah na nah nah!”
“Thief! Felon! Rogue!”
“Oooh, nice synonyms there. Did Starbucks print a dictionary on the back of the cups this month?”
“No. The Akeela and the Bee cups are long gone.” Scott says, sticking out his tongue at Sara.
“Hey Frank! I’ve got your beer here! Beer! Ice Cold Beer!” Ann shouts across the room, holding the beer by the stem and waving it at Frank.
Frank turns to look, and as he does, Mike accidentally bumps into Ann and she drops the bottle. It cracks as it hits the hard floor, and the beer spills out into a puddle.
Frank grins. “Ha! At least mine was empty. Alcohol abuse!” As Frank is distracted by the mess, Scott steals his piece of cake back.
Mike: “Sorry Ann, but boy, you guys really are a bit clumsy aren’t you?”
Ann glares at Mike and he gets the hint and walks away to mingle with someone else.
Ann cleans up the mess, and the night winds on. The cake is served and eaten, and Billy opens his presents happily, enjoying the surprises. Lots of booze gets consumed, and before long people are slurring “Goo-Night, Haapy Birthday Bill!” and stumbling back to their own floors and apartments. Billy and Rosemarie are cuddled on the coach, just zoning out. Frank and Scott have a different sports highlight show on each tv, and Tabitha has fallen asleep at the table amidst the empty beer bottles that didn’t make it into the bin. Ann and Sara are cleaning up the kitchen, except they both are having trouble standing.
“Great party tonight. We should do this again don’t you think?”
“Well, You and Frank both having birthdays next month right? I guess we could do this again.”
“Yeah lets. I bet nothing goes well with turning 24 like an Abita Purple Haze.”
“Purple beer? That’d be pretty nasty if you drank too much.”
“Ugh! Why is your first thought after beer, vomit?”
“Could be because I feel like I had too many beers. Or just that purple beer sounds nauseating.”
“Maybe we should stop sponging.”
“Sponging? That sounds naughty.”
“Lucky Scott wasn’t paying attention then. I meant we should stop this..cleaning. No more sponge. Just bed.”
“Bed sounds mighty awesome. Did you know a sponge supposedly isn’t three dimensional? It’s only like 2.83 dimensions or something.”
“Huh? What the hell are you talking about?”
“No! Really! I went to this lecture about dimensions once. There are supposed to be 11 I think, but most of them are on the microscopic level.”
Ann groans and grabs onto the counter. “I think the rum in my tummy isn’t agreeing with your physics talk. Too complicated for such a smooth and simple beverage.”
“Okay okay. Chemistry then?”
“No! All I know about chemistry is that the chemistry of my blood contains lots of booze and I need to lay down. Goodnight everyone!” Ann shouts, startling Billy and Rosemarie. They follow Ann’s lead and slowly rise and head to bed. Sara walks over to Frank and Scott and sits down.
“So how did the Braves and Phils do tonight?”
(Is the occasional mention of random bit people confusing? I’ve mentioned Mike and John before, but should I put in more information about them when I post, at least to remind everyone who they are? Feel free to comment or email us if anything is confusing or you have an idea about how to make anything more clear)
Tags: 6th Floor, 7th floor, Alcohol, Beer, birthday, breaking glass, building, cake, dimensions, ice cream, John, Mike, neighbors, sponges
Tourist Watching
Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today’s contributors are: Sara, Frank
Subject: Tourist Watching
Sara and I had just gotten coffee at Starbucks and since it was a beautiful day we were just hanging around on the street corner and enjoying our coffee.
“I can’t believe you got a hot drink. It’s a nice day, but it’s still warm out.”
“I just don’t like my coffee cold, what can I say? There’s a little breeze, so it’s not that bad.”
“Did you know they opened a new Starbucks in the LIRR terminal of Penn Station?”
“Another one? Wow. Who would’ve thought we needed yet another Starbucks.”
“I guess they wanted to open one closer to the 1,2,3 lines. Those poor 7th avenue travelers had to walk all the way across Penn Station to get their coffee!”
“Woe is them. If they’re drinking Starbucks regularly, they may need to burn those extra 12 calories anyway.”
“True. Only fat people take the 3 train.”
Sara snickers. “Ha! You know, standing on the corner talking like this really sets us up to be on Overheard in New York.”
“I’d love to see myself quoted there! My 15 minutes of fame!”
“Ann actually entered us into the headline contest a couple of weeks ago. She got us featured in the ‘runner up’ section, with a link to our blog.”
“Neat. Well I hope if they quote me, they at least spell my name right.”
“Is there any other way to spell Frank?”
“You never know.”
“I suppose they could give you a stupid last name. Call you Frank Futter or something.”
Frank groans. “And you say Billy makes bad jokes?”
Sara points across the street. “It’s a little warm out, why is that woman over there by the newspaper machine wearing what looks like a parka?”
“She must be crazy. She’s also eating Tasti D-lite. Who eats ice cream in a heavy jacket during the summer?
“And Tasti D-lite? Eat some real ice cream!”
“You know what I haven’t had in a while? Ben and Jerry’s. I love me some Phish Food.”
“I’m a fan of the chocolate fudge brownie myself, but I don’t recommend we buy any. We’re supposed to be being thrifty this week.”
“I know. That’s why we only got talls instead of ventis right?”
“True. Although had Billy been working we probably could’ve super-sized.”
“Did you know Mcdonalds doesn’t call it supersizing any more?”
“Yeah. That’s old news.”
“Oh. I guess I don’t get to Mcdonalds enough.”
“Or you’re not paying attention. I’d probably go with that.”
“Thanks. I don’t care what they call my food size anyway. Tall, small, supersized, medium, love it.. food is food.”
Sara points to a 20 something guy wandering past with a map. “That guy’s come past here twice already. I remember his silly Atlanta Braves hat.”
“Ahh, tourists. He’s probably holding the map upside down or something.”
“Think he’s looking for Times Square, or the World Trade Center?”
“Maybe he’s looking for Penn Station, to head back to Atlanta.”
“Oh well. Maybe if he wanders around New York enough he’ll lose the silly Braves hat.”
“The Braves are a joke, I don’t know why you still even think about them.”
“I’d be less worried if the Mets could string together a good week here, gain some distance.”
“If everyone that stepped into the outfield stopped exploding, they’d be okay. I’m done with my coffee, I want more though.”
“You addict. I’m only halfway done with mine.”
“Well if you weren’t drinking it hot, you’d probably be done. Let’s roll; I can make more coffee back home if I want.”
Tags: bad joke, Braves, Coffee, ice cream, mcdonalds, Mets, overheardinnewyork, penn station, Starbucks, thrifty, tourists
Mario Kart Eats More Chicken
Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today’s contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha, Frank, Billy and Scott.
Subject: Mario Kart Eats More Chicken
We had a little respite from the heat today and we all decided to walk over to Starbucks, where Scott was currently at work. We grabbed the coveted spots around the big coffee table and started chit-chatting. Scott came over while neglecting his customers and his cleaning duties.
“Happy Cow Appreciation Day Scott.”
“Cow Appreciation Day? We supposed to chow down on lots of burgers or something?”
“That wouldn’t be very appreciative of the cows would it? It’s on my Chick-Fil-A calendar. Their motto is ‘Eat Mor Chikin’. If you go there dressed as a cow, you get a free combo meal.”
“Do we even have any of those anywhere near here?”
“I know there is one in the Paramus Park Mall in Jersey.”
“I don’t know if it’s worth it to drive to Paramus for fast food.”
“Frank Bruni said there was one in one of the NYU food courts.”
“Who the hell is Frank Bruni? Your secret boyfriend?”
“Huh? No Frank Bruni is one of the food critics for the Times. He took some fast food trip a couple of years ago and mentioned the place. I haven’t heard anyone else mention the food court, and I don’t know if it’s open in the summer anyway.”
“Even if they let us in, it’s probably manned by college students that don’t know we’d get a free combo with a cow suit anyway.”
“True. Maybe one lazy weekend we’ll goad Frank into driving to Paramus.”
“Hey, today’s Friday the 13th!” says Billy, looking up from a discarded newspaper.”
“No full moon though.”
“We should watch scary movies tonight.”
“I suppose it’s fitting, even if it is rather cliché.”
“We never watched a lot of those Horrorfest movies. We should rent one or two.”
“I’d be in for that. I actually found this blog that reviews horror movies for fun. It’s a Scream says that Dark Ride was good, but Wicked Little Things was not much of a horror flick.”
“Okay, so we’ll skip Wicked Little Things then. We saw Unrest and Abandoned already in theaters. Abandoned was really freaky, but it was certainly scary. Unrest was also a little scary, and made me glad I wasn’t a med student for sure.”
“It still bothers me where she was staying. There had to be better housing right?”
“Yeah, but that probably wouldn’t have been as frightening. We’ll pick up the movies on the way back to the 6th floor.”
“Why are you referring to the apartment as the 6th floor now?”
“Whoops. I must be reading the blog too much. Ann’s gotten to me I think.”
“Excellent! Oh, did you guys know it’s National Ice Cream Month? And Sunday is National Ice Cream Day? Ronald Reagan’s idea.”
“I’m Ronald Reagan, and I approved this sundae.”
“How do you celebrate National Ice Cream Day?”
“How do you think? You’re such a dope.”
“Dope.” Billy says, punching Scott playfully.
“Did any of you see that video from E3 about Mario Kart for the Wii?”
“They’re making a new Mario Kart? Awesome! Did it look good?”
“Yeah, it did actually. They hyped up the online aspect of it, and they’re debuting a new Wii toy, a steering wheel, with it.”
“A steering wheel? That’s pretty silly isn’t it?”
“Yeah, the remote kind of fits into it. The video kind of made me feel old though. He said the Wii Wheel will offer a new feel for those who ‘first started racing with Mario Kart, 15 years ago.’ 15 years! Has it really been that long?”
“‘92? That IS a long time ago. I still think that one is one of the best Mario Karts of them all. Did they mention battle mode?”
“Yup. There’s going to be a battle mode. You’ll be able to play that over the Internet too.”
“Sweet. We’ll be able to whoop some kid’s butt in Alabama or something. I look forward to that. I hope it’s good.”
“Aww, be nice to the little brats. The Mario Kart games are actually older than they are.”
“Now THAT makes me feel old.”
“If you guys are done salivating over video games, we should head back and pick up the movies. Besides, Scott’s getting an evil eye from George.”
“He’s just upset I haven’t refilled the milk yet. I’ll just tell him we shouldn’t serve milk today because it’s Cow Appreciation Day.”
“I’m sure that will work wonders.”
Tags: 6th Floor, chick-fil-a, Chicken, Cows, Frank Bruni, Friday the 13th, full moon, george, Horrorfest, ice cream, Mario Kart, Milk, New Jersey, NYU, Old, Paramus, Starbucks, Wii Wheel
Beating the Heat
Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today’s contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha, Frank
Subject: Beating the Heat
“It’s so hot all of a sudden. Summer has really arrived.”
“You know what would really hit the spot? A root beer float!”
“Mmm, that does sound good. But we have no root beer, or even ice cream.”
“How could we have no ice cream? That’s gotta be a sin or something.”
“I think I saw Billy finishing it off last night.”
“Wasn’t there a lot left?”
“Probably, but you know Billy.”
“Yeah. He takes the phrase ‘I’m so hungry I could eat a horse’ literally.”
“I’ll go get the supplies this time. Chocolate and Vanilla ice cream?”
“Perfect. Don’t get Mug root beer though, I hate that stuff.”
When Tabitha returns, I start scooping the ice cream, and we’re chatting about nothing in particular. I put the first one down on the counter next to Sara and turn back to the ice cream carton.
“Hey! Where’d my float go?”
“I put it right there. Hmm..”
“Maybe it floated away.” Frank says, walking in from around the corner.
“Grr! Float thief!”
“Did you just growl at me?”
“Don’t steal my float then. Especially if you’re going to make bad puns after you do it.”
“You know, some people think I’m funny.”
Tabitha snickers. “Who?”
“And don’t say Scott.”
“Forget it. I’ll just sit here and enjoy my float.”
Let’s all do that. Here’s the rest of them. Flip on the games or something Frank.”
“Already there.”
Tags: Heat Wave, ice cream, Root Beer Floats
Three Months in the Books
Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today’s contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha, Frank, Billy and Scott.
Subject: Three Months
Yesterday we’re standing around in the kitchen as usual, Tabitha’s making tomato sauce and the rest of us are just getting in the way.
“We’ve managed to keep up the blog for three months tomorrow. That’s kind of exciting.”
“It kind of is, I though for sure we’d just let it flop. It’s almost enjoyable when you’re not bugging me to make a post.”
“I compiled some statistics that I found interesting about it. Ann, not surprisingly made the most posts, 10, of the 27 total. And Scott the least, with two.”
“I’m surprised he made two. That’s less then one a month, but at least he’s paying attention.”
“I pay attention more than you think! I always answer all those emails from our hot female fans!”
“We don’t really get any emails, and how would you even know they’re hot?”
“You can learn a lot from a person’s email address.”
“You can usually learn their name, and not much else. How well did knowing Liza’s name do you on that blind date?”
“That’s enough! Don’t bring her up!”
“Liza…Liza..Was that the one with the…“
“Drop it!”
“Oh fine.”
“Anyway, 27 posts doesn’t seem that bad. That’d be over 100 in a year.”
“Do we do 100 things worth blogging about in a year?”
“Probably not, but they can’t all be gems right?”
“Not a lot of people find our blog by searching, but some did by some odd search words. Although I doubt they stayed and became readers. We do only average about 20 visitors a day, and who knows how many of those are us?”
“What kind of search words? Here, taste this.” Tabitha shoves a wooden spoon of tomato sauce at Billy.
“Mmm, delicious.”
“Well there was ‘Kahlua Stripper’.”
“I wouldn’t mind having a Kahlua stripper.”
“‘Old rooms to go Mickey Mouse’. I don’t even know what that was, I’m assuming it went to Frank’s post about his trip to Disney World.”
“The person that stuck around longest after searching, other than the person who searched for 6thfloorblog.blogspot.com, was the person that searched ‘disney tourist trap’.
“Well my post was relevant to that search, so it makes sense.”
“Another weird one, ’soda no straws’. They didn’t stick around, but I have no idea what they were looking for.”
“Any porn ones? I always hear bloggers talking about weird porn searches.”
“Shockingly, no.”
“Well are you going to blog about this conversation? I could start talking about…”
“NO! Knock it off. We don’t want weird porn freaks coming here.”
“Well who cares how they get here right? A reader is a reader.”
“I don’t care.”
“Anyway, my favorite search was ‘tabitha coors light girl’.”
“Some guy met some girl at a bar that was doing a Coors Light promotion and he’s trying to find her again?”
“Maybe. Or maybe Tabitha moonlights as a Coors Light girl?”
“Haha. I don’t think so.”
“Our most common labels are all alcohol related. We’ve got drunk, drinking, tequila, alcohol..”
“That’s not that surprising knowing us. Look at Scott, we haven’t even eaten dinner and he’s already finishing his second beer.”
“It was a rough day today! I had to work with this really stupid girl, and the customers were all annoying. And I had the early shift, I’ve been up for a long time.”
“I’m really in the mood for ice cream tonight, do you guys want to head over to that place on 3rd that we like after dinner?”
“Ice cream would really hit the spot tonight. This isn’t the place with the creamy corn gelato is it?”
“No, not that one. Although that place was pretty good too, at least the other stuff was, I don’t think I’d want to try the corn.”
“First, lets have dinner. Scott, help Billy set the table.”
“I’m setting the table?”
“If you want to eat you are.” Tabitha says with a wink.
Tags: 6th Floor Blog, Blogging, Coors Light, creamy corn gelato, Drinking, exciting, ice cream, keywords, labels, posters, rough day, search words, tomato sauce