The Last Supper
Posted October 8th, 2008 by Kimberly Dowd
Frosty: Hey, Crystal! I made us some dinner.
Crystal: Not sno-cones again, I hope. I’m so sick of sno-cones.
Frosty: Oh, no…something better. Something…mmmm..mmm..good!
Crystal: Sounds wonderful! What is it?
Frosty: Um…uh…sno-soup.
Crystal: I’ve never seen that before.
Frosty: Have some.
Crystal (warily): I dunno….
Frosty: Dammit, woman! Try the SOUP!!!
Crystal: Okay okay. (takes a sip) AH! AHHH! I’m BURNING INSIDE! I’m MELLLLLTINGG!!!! FROSTYYYYYY!
(Frosty watches as “Crystal” becomes “Puddle.” He puts out the fire and buries the pot of death-soup.)
Frosty: (flips open his cell-phone) Hey, Snowflake. Frosty here. How YOU doin’?
(this sinister tableau with ‘glittery accents’ is available for $19.95 courtesy of the Hamilton Collection)
Tags: gifts of spite
2 Responses to “The Last Supper”
October 9th, 2008 at 12:51 am
Hey, hey…good one!!! I can just hear Joeys voice from friends coming out.
October 10th, 2008 at 8:28 pm
My God. They’re snowmen….AND THEY’RE EATING SOUP!
Guess the marketing guys didn’t think that one through.