swell times

Chaz, Drewy, and I had the grandest of times at our old stomping ground -- good ol' Wendy's of Dracut. We all (well, perhaps not del richo Chazo) scraped up our quarters, pennies, nickels, and dimes in order to satisfy our cravings for frosties. We made quite the ruckus, if I do say so myself. Especially Drewy, who shot back in his seat about 5 feet and yelled "HEY, NOW!!" right out in the middle of the quiet dining area, only because I launched a mere few grains of salt in his direction. He also attempted playing his straw in a like manner to the trumpet, which only resulted in his spit all over the edge of the table. AND he also spilled his cream all over his tray, but this particular accident turned out to be a fortunate one. In cleaning up the cream, I laid a napkin flat on top of the cream puddle and let it soak up. Then, we realized (wonder of wonder of wonders!) that we could see the Virgin Mary and Child silhouette in the damp parts of the napkin!! Yes!, we said. Let's sell it on ebay!!! We'll make hundreds of dollars by sporting with the intelligence of the ignorant and gullible! Yesssss! But in the end, we opted not to, and only threw the napkin in the trash along with our other Wendy's frosty, fries, and cream residue. After these things had come to pass, Drewy suggested that we buy a frosty and leave it on the doorstep of the house Cassie was babysitting at. You know, the ol' "leave something on the doorstep, ring the doorbell, and run into the bushes and wait for the person to retrieve it" gag. So we did. Except, we opted not to merely leave the frosty on the doorstep, but we decided to accompany it. So we surprised all that were in the house, and there was great feasting and so on. Thus ended our exciting, 3-person, Wendy's frosty palooza (if I may call it one).