A few weeks ago, two of our favorite guys up in Vermont came up with a new flavor.
They called it Schweddy Balls, after a sketch on “Saturday Night Live.”
Now, predictably, a group of parents is up in arms about the name of the ice cream.
And this is what I have to say about that: not everything in the world is suitable for children, nor should it be.
If those people don’t like the name of the product, it’s a free market and they can make their own ice cream and call it anything they want to.
Just like a Slattery 
Well, fuck me in both ears.
:::::snort:::::
Alec, is that you?
No, it’s Me, Suzanne.
I like how you capitalize Me, in that God-like way.
When discussing Schweddy Balls, you will be Alec, as in Baldwin.
Don’t you know this world revolves around them Susan geesh!
Silly me. What was I thinking?
Possible flavors for thos naysayera:
How about Judgemental Custard?
The World Revolves My Children Swirl?
I’ll take Judgmental Custard, but only if it has chunks.
Mmm. Chunky judgment.
Judgment is best served up chunky, Alec.
As for myself, I cannot wait to purchase my pint of Schweddy Balls.
No doubt! They’re bigger than I expected them to be.