>>18088891http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N-lmaPnnD4g>'Good luck..'Meanwhile, Serena is indulging herself in her own singular steak, eating it as politely and elegantly as possible. Quite contradictory to the moron--that moron being you--feet away from her mutilating a food challenge beyond all repair.
You finish the fries with ease, but the thick milkshake and the soda still remain. Your mouth is filled with seasalt, it's so salty, it tastes like a seething burn in a cut.
"GYAAAAAAA!"
Stressed for time, you swipe the glasses that both drinks are being held in. And then, with a fierce roar, you connect their ends together like an elementary school hurricane bottle science project.
"WHAT IN THE BLOODY FUCK IS HE DOING? THAT'S FUCKING RAW!"
"'HO SHIT! He's MIXING the damn beverages! That's MAH fucking fetish, son!"
Shaking the glasses faster than a tired out mid-life crisis housewife with a Shake Weight, you mix the two drinks into one frothy, chilly recipe for disaster.
THE MILKSODA, IN ALL OF ITS DISGUSTING BEAUTY.
The iciness of the soda, its sweet sugar, its artificial food coloring--and then the thick milkshake, what with its whole nuts and unchuggable slosh, put into one revolting drink.
A drink that when consumed, halves the time that it would have taken for you to drink both individually. Yes, it's disgusting, but it's worth it for the challenge!
"UUUUUNLEEEEEASHING IT!"
You force down the milksoda, violating the insides of your mouth with something so sweet and sickeningly repulsive. The crowd's cheers are thunderous and out of control.
