
That fruit better be fresh off the farm and you better not count them
berries!
Whatever...I order my shit, and I'm pretty stoked...get the plain with not Pinkberry (a letdown) but strawberry, blackberry, and raspberry...I was in a fruity mood...and that combo just sounds incredible.
The part that got me a little hostile was the bitch starting counting my shit....she gave me exactly 5 blackberries, 7 raspberries, and maybe 2 strawberries that were all diced up so you couldn't even tell the difference...They charge you enough, no need to be stingy with that shit! no offense, but whatever...
I take one look at my pearly white cream with surrounding vibrant colors of fresh, juicy fruit and my Food-Os began creeping up on me. I got into the car and nose-dived right into that baby...and let me tell you, they put some mother fucking crack in that shit! I had my Food-Os the whole time I was devouring it...I can't even explain the level of surprise and satisfaction...
I'm sitting here at home now pheening that incredible feeling from the Fro-Yo...I'm telling you, I don't pheen desserts, but when that piece is infused with crack, I'm a crave it again and again and again...


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