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Størstedelen af den røg uden problemer ned uden mad.

Jeg havde fint kunnet drikke den uden noget. Elegant og lidt rustik på samme tid, men virkelig knald på den røde frugt. Kunne sagtens være interesseret i mere.

Glæder mig voldsomt til de to andre.

En af de bedre dage i mit liv var da Zapp blev relanceret. Ellers kunne jeg godt tænke mig at se den klassiske amerikaner tilbage på kortet - altså, den med flødebolle og syltetøj. Det er en vaffelis der sparker røv.

Hæld lidt syltetøj over den fra Hjemis, og du har en vinder.

Nogen der kan huske navnet på tidligere omtalte nyhed fra 1985?

Der var passionsfrugtsorbet i midten, og solbær/noget andet udenpå.

Wofler er en all time greatest, den eneste jeg havde for øje igennem 80`erne. Mesterstykket blev fuldendt et stykke nede i vaflen, hvor et velsmagende karmeliseret nøddelag lå gemt. Uhm.. og så har jeg ellers talt for døve øre om en famøs Wofler her i nyere tid, ikke mindst fordi den så var hevet af plakaten, rystende at folk kan glemme noget så ekstraordinært.

Fuggi: Dit brugernavn fik mig til at tænke på en firser-is der hed Nuggi.

Den var også god!

En lidt alternativ anvendelse af jordbæris.

Fra et user-review af hårfjerningsmidlet Veet som vist nok skal bruges på benene.

Enjoy!

After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly Rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly successful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus´s birthday as a bit if a treat.
I ordered it well in advance and working in the North Sea I considered myself a bit above some of the characters writing the previous reviews and wrote them off as soft office types...Oh my fellow sufferers how wrong I was. I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn’t have long to wait.
At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Religion hadn´t featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the the destruction of the meat and two veg. Struggling not to bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel off in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen, by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, toe the lid off and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing returned. Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn’t managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the draw for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon. I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so. I took a handful of them and an tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found its way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running its engines behind me.
This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain. The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before.
Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering “ooooohhh that feels good” Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadn’t heard her come in it caused an involuntary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction. I can understand that having a sprout fired against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasn’t the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream was didn’t improve my status…so to sum it up, VEET removes hair, dignity and self-respect ~ Cerys

Årh ja, Topper var den bedste. Og så fik et kig på Friskos is plakater mig lige til at mindes Sky. Genial is.

Edit: He he, og Mickey og Fedtmule isene :D

Iflg. en tekst-tv-nyhed fra TV2 her i ugen har Rema1000 sat deres is ned til en trediedel pris pga. en eller anden aftalestrid - vistnok med Frisko.

Topper var nemlig god. Sådan som jeg husker den, så smeltede den nærmest på tungen, og var dejlig cremet i konsistensen.

Jeg husker også den besynderlige tvillingekonstruktion med to ispinde. Det var sgu mærkeligt, for man ventede kun på at den skulle splitte sig selv ad og lave et lille svineri.

Det var forøvrigt også dengang krassere var et hit. De kostede en krone i pølsevognen til den lokale byfest.