the ice penis.

It’s been a long bitch of a day, so I may have been hallucinating, but I’m fairly sure I saw an ice sculpture of a penis when I was walking home tonight.

(Let’s skip the part where someone asks me why I would have been hallucinating male genitalia.)

I didn’t take a picture, because I didn’t want to be the weirdo who takes pictures of such things.

I can only imagine that, had it been colder, some unfortunate drunk person would have been triple-dog-dared into getting their tongue stuck. And, well, it would have been a different kind of christmas story.

Luckily for all the drunk Santas I’ve seen today, those ice sculptures are melting.

Have a good night, everyone.

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