Clean the sink (written by mikyla)

Apartment 2 vs. the colossal amounts of ice cream, fudge, and sweet toppings, AKA “the kitchen sink”. It occurred at a location titled “Angies” and apparently it is where the locals eat. We burst through the doors demanding the respect and attention of everyone surrounding us, we waved, kissed a few small children’s foreheads and proceeded to a cozy little booth ready to take on the ferocious steel sink with its sweet contents spilling over the edge.

 

 

 

Our hearts were strong and hopeful as we dove in with our shining spoons. Our lips smacked, our teeth chewed, our throats swallowed. Everything was going delightfully and according to plan. Then we hit the wall….there was gnashing of teeth as Ice cream began to shimmy back up our throats despite our greatest efforts to keep it down. hope seemed lost. Defeat inevitable, children began to weep, and the haters continued hating.

 

BUT wait!!! Alas, there was hope!!! We are not quitters and we refused to be defeated! We had not come here just to indulge in endless amounts of creamy goodness for nothing!! We came to win!! So like the true warriors we are we pushed past the physical limitations of our own bodies and slayed the beast and all its fowl temptations!! One small step for our pride, a lot of work for some poor cow, and a championship worth sharing!!!!