I was thumbing through a magazine at a friends house last night waiting for him to put the final touch on his look so we could finally go out for the evening. I was right in the middle of my article on frozen treats when the oddest memory popped into my mind. Years ago Danika, a co-worker, confided in me about her previous unhappy marriage. Her brute of a husband had finally come home after drinking all night and began to get rough with her and she decided it was finally enough. When he finally passed out she gathered up her things to finally leave him, but not before she raided the icebox. Inside the icebox were frozen Otter Pops, she took one out, walked back into the bedroom, and shoved the frozen treat up his ASS! He got what he deserved, finally.

Otter Pops...

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