What? You don't take pictures of your own poop?
After my late night faux-paux/ Ben & Jerrys extravaganza the other night, my pre-evolutionary instincts took over and I was fixing to experience some chunky monkey all over again.I would feel worse about myself if I actually went out to buy ice cream Living overseas has put me on a budget, therefore I decided to get creative in the kitchen.
I thought, "What can I muster up in myroommates' mess of leftover groceries to cure this throbbing ape sweet tooth?" Then I thought again- What Would Curious-George Do?
Obviously grab a banana.
Luckily for me, I live with three girls, pointing to the obvious factor that there is chocolate hidden somewhere in a high up location. Somehow females think that if they place a socially unacceptable food in a high up location, the two extra feet of gravity will create a force field keeping them away from cheating on the eating is cheating diet and making it impossible to reach by simply pulling over a chair to assist in the reach. Or more often than not, in a state of less lady like desperation, climbing up onto the countertop and taking a bite before both feet hit the ground.
I, of course, pulled the one knee up on the counter ass out monkey climb, which I justify in keeping to the theme of my dessert, to get this forbidden fruit down from the top shelf.
Into the microwave the chocolate goes along with some crumbled up peanuts, which in true primate fashion, I crushed by slamming them against the counter with the bottle of olive oil.
Rolling the bananas in the melted chocolatey peanut mixture was not an easy or pretty task. Mainly because I was eating the melted chocolate more so than applying it to my favorite phallic fruit.
After I found the will power to cover all three bananas with my poop looking mixture, I had to leave the apartment in order to control myself in not going into the freezer to indulge before they fully cooled. - GREAT CHOICE.
Cold banana with chocolate/ peanut shell is > chunky monkey any day. And free.
After my late night faux-paux/ Ben & Jerrys extravaganza the other night, my pre-evolutionary instincts took over and I was fixing to experience some chunky monkey all over again.
I thought, "What can I muster up in my
Obviously grab a banana.
Luckily for me, I live with three girls, pointing to the obvious factor that there is chocolate hidden somewhere in a high up location. Somehow females think that if they place a socially unacceptable food in a high up location, the two extra feet of gravity will create a force field keeping them away from cheating on the eating is cheating diet and making it impossible to reach by simply pulling over a chair to assist in the reach. Or more often than not, in a state of less lady like desperation, climbing up onto the countertop and taking a bite before both feet hit the ground.
I, of course, pulled the one knee up on the counter ass out monkey climb, which I justify in keeping to the theme of my dessert, to get this forbidden fruit down from the top shelf.
Into the microwave the chocolate goes along with some crumbled up peanuts, which in true primate fashion, I crushed by slamming them against the counter with the bottle of olive oil.
Rolling the bananas in the melted chocolatey peanut mixture was not an easy or pretty task. Mainly because I was eating the melted chocolate more so than applying it to my favorite phallic fruit.
After I found the will power to cover all three bananas with my poop looking mixture, I had to leave the apartment in order to control myself in not going into the freezer to indulge before they fully cooled. - GREAT CHOICE.
Cold banana with chocolate/ peanut shell is > chunky monkey any day. And free.
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