Not many 7-11's down here, but I was at Circle K saturday and I watched a homeless dude sneaking around the store and finally hoisted the hot dog condiment bar's squeeze mustard bottle and take a huge mouthful. That had to be pretty refreshing...
Better yet. Put couple of handfuls of Ice in a blender, crush it, add half a cup of amarato, quater cup of kalua, quite a lot of vanilla ice cream, and blend. Add milk to thin, or additional ice cream to thicken.
Not many 7-11's down here, but I was at Circle K saturday and I watched a homeless dude sneaking around the store and finally hoisted the hot dog condiment bar's squeeze mustard bottle and take a huge mouthful. That had to be pretty refreshing...
Put couple of handfuls of Ice in a blender, crush it, add half a cup of amarato, quater cup of kalua, quite a lot of vanilla ice cream, and blend. Add milk to thin, or additional ice cream to thicken.
Better yet. Put couple of handfuls of Ice in a blender, crush it, add half a cup of amarato, quater cup of kalua, quite a lot of vanilla ice cream, and blend. Add milk to thin, or additional ice cream to thicken.
That's not a smoothie, that's a milkshake! Alcoholic smoothies totally ROCK!!!
Crush Ice in blender,
add some frozen fruit (strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, peaches, bananas, whatever you like really.
add some vanilla yogurt
add rum
blend!
Not many 7-11's down here, but I was at Circle K saturday and I watched a homeless dude sneaking around the store and finally hoisted the hot dog condiment bar's squeeze mustard bottle and take a huge mouthful. That had to be pretty refreshing...
well I'm used to mustard seeing as I work at subway but we have this nasty nasty nasty sauce called greek vinegrette. Oh that stuf smeels so bad and it likes to seperate out into a liquid at the top and all the thick nasty stuff and the bottom.
The only thing weak here is your kung-fu, son! Didja notice the actual SIZE of that kiddie cup? 7.11 ounces, beyatch!
And the ghetto 7-11 by my work let us waltz outta there triple=double fisted with Slurpees and nudie mags. It was better than rocking out to Iron Maiden while commuting to work. AWESOME!
The sheer satan-loving, head-banging, horns-in-the-air awesomeness of knowing such a thing exists makes me utterly speechless in the mouth. Run to the hills, baby. Run. To. The. Hills.
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