I was a frequent patron of the frozen yogurt machine in Davenport. So much so that once I was often late to class because I would walk past the building and just have to go in for some fro-yo. Naturally, I was overjoyed to see a frozen yogurt machine in Usdan.
I tried using it once and broke the damn thing.
Anyways, I am having sort of a shitty, shitty week, so when BoingBoing churned out this post about an ice cream machine that decides how much ice cream you get based on how miserable your voice sounds, my head immediately filled with images of me chugging soft-serve straight from the tap until it comes out of my ass.
With that mental image, I bid you goodnight.