#sundae

Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#armor #attacked #expresses #full #hot

Love is an ice cream sundae, with all the marvelous coverings. Sex is the cherry on top. ↗

— Jimmy Dean

#cream #ice #ice cream #love #love is

You know, all that really matters is that the people you love are happy and healthy. Everything else is just sprinkles on the sundae. ↗

— Paul Walker

#else #everything #happy #healthy #just

Fred coughed, which caused Sam and Ellie to look over at her. “Hey, Ellie. Watch this.” Mentally apologizing to her oldest friend, Fred seized Jonas by the shirt collar and heaved him out of his chair and through the (fortunately open) sliding door. Jonas was densely built (“Deliciously so,” Dr. Barb might have said over the sound of Fred’s retching), but no match for Fred’s hybrid strength, and the air velocity he achieved was really quite something. Fred ignored his wail (“My sundaeeee!”), which became easier to do the fainter it got. ↗

— MaryJanice Davidson

#sundae #throwing-friends-out-doors #tossing #humor