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Story of the week:
Yesterday I left work with a bottle of whipped cream and called Rob and told him that I had a suprise for him. Then I proceeded to go home and put it in the freezer. (Don't ask. I don't know why myself.) Obviously, when Rob got to my house hours later, the bottle was frozen and using it was impossible since the cream was frozen. It wasn't of any use to me like that, so I stuck it in some hot water and was on my way. Twenty minutes later, I go to use the can and it shoots whipped cream all over us and the kitchen. (I'm guessing I ruined it with the heating/cooling bit, but at least I had the common sense not to put it in the microwave as Rob suggested.) So, since the mood was ruined, I decided to wage war on Rob with handfuls of whipped cream. Great ending to a sticky story.
Yesterday I left work with a bottle of whipped cream and called Rob and told him that I had a suprise for him. Then I proceeded to go home and put it in the freezer. (Don't ask. I don't know why myself.) Obviously, when Rob got to my house hours later, the bottle was frozen and using it was impossible since the cream was frozen. It wasn't of any use to me like that, so I stuck it in some hot water and was on my way. Twenty minutes later, I go to use the can and it shoots whipped cream all over us and the kitchen. (I'm guessing I ruined it with the heating/cooling bit, but at least I had the common sense not to put it in the microwave as Rob suggested.) So, since the mood was ruined, I decided to wage war on Rob with handfuls of whipped cream. Great ending to a sticky story.