When it's 100 degrees outside and the humidity has the heat index at 115, nothing sounds less appetizing than a Hot Fudge Sundae.
Are you kidding me? You start dripping sweat as soon as you step outside! How can you be craving anything with hot fudge in its descriptive title?
And yet, the blogster I am about to introduce, did give me the honor, nay, the distinction, of introducing me to Hot Fudge Sundaes on 110 degree days. Well, that is, until he started starving himself. For almost a week now I have been missing my Hot Fudge Sundae happy hours.
He's only written 3 posts so far. It shouldn't take you long to figure it all out. He needs help from D man for planning an event in the DFW area that tops plane rides. Can D help? You be the judge. I'm a little skeptical of the D's abilities lately.
After all, D recommended a car ride over Hedonism.
Without further ado and with no more hints and allegations, I present you with Zaiditime and his walks of life.