One of two things has happened: either I've sampled so much fine ice cream that McFlurrys (don't come at me with McFlurries; it is a proper noun) now taste and have the texture of warm garbage, or McFlurrys always tasted and had the texture of warm garbage. I guess those aren't mutually exclusive.

Still I think today marked the first day that an ice cream was so repulsive that I threw it in the bin. Never thought I'd see the day.


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