My milkshake

At the climb gym this morning, Dailytoe was telling us that she ate like a pig during her date the night before.

Apparently, she wolfed down every morsel of her three course dinner PLUS half of her date’s main course, washed down by three glasses of wine.

“Am I a pig?” she asked.

I oinked.

That was not all, she said. On her way home, she stopped by her friendly neighborhood’s MacDonald drive-through to get a helping of French fries and a chocolate milkshake.

Upon hearing the magical word, I immediately felt the urge bubbling up my throat.

“I was still hungry! The milkshake is damn good…,” she begins

[I took a big gulp of air to stop the words from tumbling out]

“You know McD stopped the milkshake for a while right? Now they brought it back,” she continues.

[Breathe, frou, breathe]

She went on, “Wah, the milkshake is damn sweet….”

Ok, that’s it. I have to sing it out:

“MY MILKSHAKE BRINGS ALL THE BOYS TO THE YARD, DAMN RIGHT IT’S BETTER THAN YOURS!

(Yes Dailytoe, I can teach you but I have to charge.....)