lol that makes me think of when I was working at Camp Marietta, and one summer my nephew who was also on staff was in an impromptu make it up as you go skit with a counselor he sort of was dating. They were so funny together. Anyway, somehow chocolate ice was brought into it by my nephew, and the girl said in a real mousey voice, "ewe, chocolate ice cream tastes like poopoo!" Everyone cracked up and we kept saying it tastes like poopoo after that any time someone didn't like something. Good times and I miss them bad