a story about spumoni

alinna decided to be adventurous at milk pail one day and brought home a tub of spumoni. It was the grossest ice cream we ever tried, and ever since then it's sat in our freezer untouched. We couldn't even get patty cake to eat it. so jenie practically lives at our place and loves our ice cream almost as much as she loves Jesus, so alinna and i devise this plan - we would get a tub of heath bar crunch, and switch the lids to see if jenie would bait and eat the spumoni thinking it was heath bar crunch. last night, bops comes over and we're searching through the freezer for food since alinna & i live like guys and have NO food. our conversation:

jenie (picking up the "heath bar crunch"): oh, this is the spumoni. (looking at the lid) oh wait no, heath bar crunch
me: yes, it's heath bar crunch
jenie: no, wait, spumoni
me: no no, it's heath bar crunch. you should have some.
jenie: huh? no, it's spumoni (shows me the tub)

alinna and i, the idiots that we are, forgot there's a label on the SIDE of the ice cream container! our master plan failed miserably. i tell jenie about our great idea on how we would get rid of the spumoni, and jenie's reply: DORKS! I would know after the first bite!

needless to say, operation spumoni bombed. now the spumoni sits in our garbage.