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![]() The Rant Haven
Life as a Slurpie
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Now
that the Slurpie is purchased and on its way to a new adventure, the trials and tribulations begin. The Slurpie has a great effect on people. Will it be shared,
or kept to its owner? Being shared means that the cool summer drink will
be finished off sooner, but if shared with the right people, the experience can be enhanced dramatically. Time
has pasted, and a forth of the Slurpie is gone. Melting starts to set in as the
heat finally warms the ice. Every other sip becomes extremely liquidly, and almost
unpleasant, almost. You finally become fed up with this watery sipping
and you mix the ice and liquid back together, creating an almost good as new Slurpie.
The enjoyment level from this icy delight rises significantly. Half
is gone now. The separation of liquid and ice is irresolvable, but it does not
matter much anymore. It was a slow process in which you would just slurp up the
excess fluid and leave the ice for another delicious sip. You are now aware of
the inevitable emptiness of the beautiful, clear Slurpie cup, but you continue to sip and slurp. The
dreaded thought of throwing away this cup is creeping in to your head. The ice
is now becoming clear, and obtaining a good, worthwhile sip from the Slurpie is rare.
Clumps of frozen water build up and you try to chop them up to turn it in to slush, with little results. Scooping out the icy clumps becomes the only other method of tasting Slurpie, next to sipping up the remaining
water and flavoring. The cups becomes empty, and your once pure bliss, has become
nothing more that mere drops of watered down flavoring clinging to the cup. And
as you toss your cup into the garbage can, just remember, someone, somewhere is taking a shiny, new cup out of its dispenser
and filling up their large Slurpie container with the flavor of his or her choice, and having their own Slurpie adventure. |
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