First, you put a pile of whipped cream in your hand (or bear paw).
Then, you basically wipe someone in the face. That is a whipped cream bear paw. And it's what I received last night at kickball.
Kickball was a big blur. I know I told katmcd at 8pm that I was totally wasted. Just take a look at this email for proof (this event took place after we left the bar and were sitting at FB Metro stop):
"Best introduction ever:
Loud and obnoxiously drunk Sarg to fellow kick-baller: "HAVE YOU MET TOM?!?!"
Random kid I lived with first-year of college who just happened to be walking down the stairs of the Metro: "Yes, actually I have"
Sarg: "Who the fuck is he?"
I kinda pity her, she lives in the same building as him lol.
-- Tom"
This kid also had 26 cans of soup.
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