Snowcones

I like snowcones. Apparently they are a genetic taste thing. My siblings all pretty much like snowcones, some more than others but still we all like them. Rick, does not so much.
Let me tell you a story about snowcones...
It was about 8 years ago, probably this month, when my brother went to get a snowcone. It wasn't his first of the summer but probably his 50th. He was engaged and came home where his fiance was hanging out. We didn't hear all of the conversation but we did hear, "Did you spend all your money on snowcones?!" It was hillarious! She was upset with him for spending his last dollar on a snowcone. To this day, it still makes my cousins and sisters laugh when we talk about snowcones. Yeah, I guess you had to be there.
My snowcone however was mighty tasty. It was so good I had a second one at the ReAl game and little Jimmy 3 helped me drink it.