Goth Humor – The Popsicle Version of Me, Myself And I

I found the ICE CREAM variation…but I came across this popsicle and realized I’ve been pinned once again!

I’d call it a gothsicle or vampsicle. . . ¬†Yes…I made up those words. You’re welcome!

ūüėČ

Goth Humor – The Ice Cream Version Of Me, Myself, And I

If there existed an ice cream version of me. . .Little Damage would be selling me in spades. They are the sole reason I feel badly about my lactose intolerance…

 

 

All photos,¬†https://www.instagram.com/little.damage/ ‚̧

Nutrition Humor – PB

There’s something about peanut butter. The jars of the chocolate powdered PB2, Peanut Wonder and Nutzo didn’t stand a chance once they made it to my kitchen cabinets. It was so ridiculous (as in, I was taking in way too many calories and fat to maintain what I had, and completely mindlessly) that I had to seriously – with massively-concerted effort – reevaluate.

If I didn’t restrain myself, I would eat a jar a day easy. ¬†

Horrifying.

It came down to not buying it to begin with because I could NOT be trusted. I wouldn’t purchase a single jar until I:

  1. Learned¬†self control, which meant…
  2. Learned to be TOTALLY honest with myself – it’s a slippery slope when it’s you against you!
  3. Developed the willpower of the Gods 

I may not be actually be able to eat ice cream, so the catchy commercial tune falls flat on me. But peanuts and I get along rather nicely.  

Maybe too nicely.

Maybe it’s better if you just hand yours over. . .¬†

SaveSave

Nutrition Humor – Refund!

I’d like to appeal to the “powers that be,” whomsoever you are, that this be instated forthwith. ¬†I, for one, am all in favor in spite of the “yeah, you wish it!”s¬†out there. ¬†Listen, magic happens every day. . .

“Yes, thank you. ¬†I’d like a refund on that milkshake?¬† It just wasn’t as creamy, malted, or¬†chocolate-y¬†as I (an my stomach) anticipated. ¬†Awesome, thanks! ¬†800 calories for something else! ūüėÄ “

Ice Cream For Goth Girls

Yes, yes…that’s what I said.¬† Ice Cream for Goth chicks.

If lactose wasn’t so vehemently opposed to my stomach, and ice cream wouldn’t so zealously affix itself to my body, I would be seeking out Little Damage Ice Cream forthwith.

I don’t *totally* get the “unicorn” craze – I can respect the love of iridescence, absolutely, but I feel like this is getting to be a little overboard.¬† Whatever. . .I’d go crazy for black ice cream regardless, just because…but as it squashing the overwhelming barrage of rainbow swirls left and right, I have to say I’m smiling ear to ear. . .

Goth girl getting back at the illusory and evanescent concept that is the prismatic unicorn?¬† Maybe. . .¬† But I think it’s more directed at the onslaught of look-at-pink-and-blue-sparkly-anime-eyed-me’s.¬†

I’m not a trend follower, though – there it is.¬† I lean towards the caliginous so despite my personal penchant for glitter, I’d ditch it for black without a second thought.

I mean, black and red ombre?! Holy shit, I’m in heaven!!!

All I can say is these cones, black as night, and the dark-and-dreary hued ice cream is up my alley and beyond.¬† Had this been more prevalent when I was little, you better believe I’d have had it in place of birthday cake at my parties.¬† Too bad, five year-olds, you can deal without pink for five minutes.