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So a couple weeks ago, April’s blog had a post about how terrible this new toothpaste flavor from Colgate was. Lemony Lemon Fresh Iceburg Blast or something like that. “How bad could it be?” says I. “Bad,” says April and threatens to ship it to me. “Bluff!” I call…

…but sure enough, like a Christmas in July Miracle, a little box from Santa arrives in my mailbox (Joshua is convinced it’s for him, pointing to the letters lovingly scrawled across duct tape and telling me “It’s for me- it says ‘Happy Birthday Joshua’, see?” Well, not quite my little man. It says, “Happy Birthday from Santa”– which really means “Here’s a little present for Danny to spite all the years I had to tolerate you as a teenage douchebag.”

With a few quick bounds, I’m into the bathroom and, after holding the tube upside down for a photo op, liberally applying a Vienna sausage sized dallop of lemony satisfaction to my toothbrush:

So yeah. It wasn’t gross, but it’s not what I’d want to have dessert flavored with. Or lemonade made from. Or to regularly brush my teeth with.

Nevertheless, I’ll be giving it a second chance. Maybe it’ll grown on me. Kind of like Diet Soda did. Or a planters wart.

I would like to thank “Santa” for the consolation prize however… GENUINE Florida sharks teeth! Joshua and I heartily geeked out.

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