SO I’m doing laundry, right? And for some reason, I can recall seeing a half gallon on vanilla ice cream in the fridge.. I know it has to be my roommate’s because I would have never bought it. So I peek in the freezer and there it is. I grab the closest utensil I can find and it happens to be a white plastic spoon. Yeah, like picnic silverware, right? So I try to dig in and the shit is soooooo frozen, that I get no more than 2 half spoonfuls out before the spoon breaks. My saving grace; the broken plastic predecessor to the spork…