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Oh, Boy. Get The Confessional Ready.

By Steph's Scribe @stephverni

Oh, Boy. Get The Confessional Ready.I don’t often do this. I’m not in the habit of posting or endorsing products on my blog. Hear me clearly. I am only posting this on my blog today because I realized rather quickly after my cousin posted the above photo on Facebook that I’m in real danger.


I’m fearing that my waistline might expand. There should have been a warning in the forecast.


In fact, I’m pretty sure I feel it expanding from simply looking at the photograph of it.

N-O-T   F-A-I-R.

Can you believe the nerve of Ben & Jerry? (I know…they no longer own the company, but I’m blaming them anyway. They started the damn thing in the first place. Besides, it just feels better to blame people rather than a company. It somehow makes it funnier, so, please, just indulge me and play along. Let’s try again…)

N-O-T   F-A-I-R.

Ben & Jerry. They are not Italian men; what is the meaning behind these two guys making something as sinful as this? And they don’t even believe in sacrament of penance and Catholic confession.

“Bless me father, for I have sinned. I ate two whole containers of Ben & Jerry’s cannoli ice cream in one sitting. And I’m on Weight Watchers.”


This latest “sweet treat” invention is not going to bode well for two main reasons:

  1. I love ice cream.
  2. I love cannolis.

If you can come up with a happy ending for me by the weekend, let me know. Otherwise, I’ll be driving to the nearest supermarket to pick up a pint. Or two. Let’s hope I stop at two. I’ll still have time to repent.

Confessions are heard on Saturdays.

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