I see nuts. I see creamy swirls. I see perspiration. I see handsome red and white stripes. I see a general air of joie de vivre. You can’t fool me, you Aussie bastards. I know what you’re up to.
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And don’t forget about this! Less than two days remaining and he’s almost reached his goal. You could do a lot worse than to donate to Marko’s AIDS ride. And no, feeding your families is not an acceptable excuse.
Heh, I love how someone always has to come in and leave a 1-star rating on all these posts. Like I give any kind of a shit what the star rating is.
Wait…we can rate these things?
Time to get my passive-aggressive ON!
I don’t have my glasses on. What are they doing to Ronald McDonald?
Golden Gaytime belongs in a shower or on a tarp-covered mattress, not in a cup. Silly Kiwis.
Golden Gaytime is an Aussie product, not Kiwi…not that the Kiwi’s aren’t into it too…
Serves me right for only skimming the Wikipedia entry.
Fixed.
A) That is from KFC, not McDonalds, dear Creighton Beryl, if that is your real name
B) Those are not nuts, those are biscuit pieces (or “cookie” pieces, to you yanks)
C) Golden Gaytimes are delicious. In ice cream, and in drink form. Basically, what I’m saying is… I’ll take a gaytime whatever way you give it to me.
And dammit, I’ll enjoy it
Golden Gaytimes are SO delcious. Oh my goodness. And I am aware of the double entendre but seriously, those ice creams are great.
If I weren’t lactose intolerant I’d be all over that biscuity goodness.
They do sound pretty delicious, no doubt about it.
It’s probably a coincidence that an ad campaign for Golden Gaytime (It’s hard to have a Gaytime on your own)always starts the week of the Gay & Lesbian Mardi Gras in Sydney Australia.