“Goddamn it, I’m eating, I don’t want to hear about this. Gross.”
This is going to be a short article, and it’s going to haunt you for a long time. We’d apologize but we ran out of sorries somewhere around the time we wrote an articles with 90 pictures of sex jokes from Paper Mario 64.
Anyway. We’re going to write about ice cream. That’s not particularly unusual for us. And we’re going to write about gross ice cream. Again, been there, done that.
But no. We learned something horrible today, and we decided to drop everything and put together some 500 words so that you, our dear, beloved readers, can have their day ruined as well.
We are monsters and we must be stopped. Because.
Oyster Ice Cream Exists. Look Upon My Works, Ye Mighty, and Despair