I got off work in Manhattan and had to drive to 2 liquor stores since the first was out of Ice. When I got home, I stashed Ices where I usually sit/go to the bathroom/sleep at home. Learned a valuable lesson here, I shouldve bought 2 sixers. The first one for Ice blocking, the second for Icing. I also ran into Pexican and dropped one of these on him
. Notice how they spell pineapple. Pexican was fortunate, not only was the flavor exotic because it was in Spanish, but it was also bold with the exclamation point.
Later Pexican took off and I was sitting in my usual seat on the couch, drinking with some bros pre-softball, Ice stashed snugly in my couch. Pexican comes back and is trying to hand me a bag, and with it come an Ice. I whip the ¡Pineapple! out from the coach and laugh as he drops to a knee.