Yesterday I stuffed my mouth with Swedish Fish.
I vowed to do better with Swedish Fish than I did with Pretzels. 18 was embarrassing!
So I stuffed and I stuffed.
More and more…
Until my face was dramatically distorted by over-stuffing!
Oh, and no fish-rolling was necessary, Fdot.
And then, just like every time I play this stupid game, I spit them out all over the table.
I hadn’t really planned on them being so slimy and sticky.
They were truly disgusting. There was sticky red drool EVERYWHERE.
But because I’m completely devoted to our blog readers, I counted each and every one of them.
So how many do you think I fit into my mouth?
Congratulations to John for guessing the closest without going over!
(He guessed 37.)
You win a disgustingly slimy, saliva-covered pile of Swedish Fish! Yay!
I’m gunna go wash my hands. And this table. And my red drool coverd shirt.
And try to forget that I ever did this.
Thanks for playing!