Part 2 of 2 of sam bot dot com’s October 5th, What’s-on-my-mind?-Not-a-whole-hell-of-a-lot series (part 1?)
It occurred to me the other day, while at work, which is where I do my most profound thinking, that I really really really miss my Snoopy Sno-cone Machine. That thing was hot!.. er, cold. And it was such an empowering device to give to a child. “You mean I can make my very own sno-cones!? There truly is a god… and his name is Snoopy.” The greatest part was squeezing the Kool-Aid-like syrup out of the tip of Snoopy’s Devo hat…
Squeezing the Kool-Aid-like syrup out of the tip of Snoopy’s Devo hat? This post is officially over.
(But before I go, one final thought: Imagine all the debaucherous things one could do with a Snoopy Sno-cone Machine as an adult. Snoopy is no longer restricted by his PG-13 shackles. Nope. Let’s fill Snoopy with Jagermeister. It’s Snoopy-meister time!)