Sunday, July 18, 2010

When you stop

at a roadside, weekend-only, outdoor market, it's about a hundred degrees and the air is so thick with water that you can almost drink it, you have over an hour before the movie you're about to watch, and you see this sign

what do you do?

You order the tiger blood shaved iced, of course--at least, that's what you do if you're Kyle.

The rest of us just egged him on.

For the curious, here's the creation itself.

We asked the purveyor of these fine ices what this flavor was. His response: "Fruit punch." You have to give him marketing points; after all, if you're a kid--clearly the target audience--would you rather drink fruit punch or tiger blood?

Tiger blood, you bet.

Kyle confirmed that it indeed tasted like fruit punch.

None of us braved the warhead topping.

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