>At dinner on Saturday night, Husband, Dr. P, SM, and I were speculating about the various odd people who have fallen out of our lives.  Husband brought up two of our crazy friends who lived in a suite with a third woman.  Husband was friends with one person, and Dr. P was friends with the other person who lived in the suite.  Both women hated each other, but they were able to agree on one thing: their third roommate was completely disgusting.  

At some point, the third girl decided to make jizzcicles.  She bought a plastic popsicle mold with slots for six, and then systematically had six different guys fill a popsicle slot with his jizz.  She put a stick in each one.  She kept this in the freezer.  No one knew why.  No one used the freezer after that, either.

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