And I can has eat FAST! Last night at our new years eve party (for the youth), we were to required to join in a ice cream speed eating contest. I was ok with it, but had no idea that I would place like I did. The rules stated that your hands had to be behind your back at all times and that you had to lick your plate as clean as possible.
First, a before picture.
Then a picture in the middle of the battle.
And a proud winner of the first round.
The committee for the evening made the youngest ten go first, the next oldest ten go in the second round, and the “oldest set” in the last round. Jdeany won the second round, and I’m proud that my dear brother Craig, (also a trueblooded Miller), won the last round.
(In case you haven’t caught on yet, the Miller family that lives in this area is well known for our voluminous intake of ice cream.)
Ok, so up to that point, I was fairly ok with winning. You know, what can come of this except good? Then when they told us three finalists to sit down at the table to “receive our prizes”, then I started smelling the fish. . .
As you can see, they gave us three guys all a dish of cold, slimey, disgusting, abominable, awful, beastly, cloying, creepy, detestable, distasteful, foul, frightful, ghastly, gross, gruesome, hateful, hideous, horrid, horrific, icky, loathsome, lousy, nasty, nauseating, objectionable, obnoxious, odious, offensive, outrageous, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, and revolting spaghetti. You get the idea?
Before:
During:
And after:
Yes, even though “it” (I can’t bear to say that gross word) almost stuck in my throat many times in the course of those x amount of seconds, I did overcome and won that contest hands down. The actual prize was actually very appetizing; two Dove bars of chocolate. One was “Rich Dark Chocolate” and the other was “Sweet Milk Chocolate with Almonds.” (Craig and Jdeany each received one bar.) I was very happy to prove my “Millerness” in this way.
Yes, the evening was just filled with good times. Yes, we were singing We’ve Got the Power in the Name of Jesus as the clock struck 12:00 AM. Yes, I enjoyed the evening immensely.
Peace be da journey,
thesinger
ps. I AM A MILLER!!!!!
