Mr Frosty promised us the ability to conjure up slush puppies and ice lollies at any time, day or night.

You'd stick ice cubes in Mr Frosty's head, turn a handle, and in theory, crushed ice would come out his chest, a bit like the scene from Alien except with chunks of ice instead of a ravenous baby alien.

But in reality, Mr Frosty couldn't even crush butter, let alone ice. You needed the arm strength of Arnold Schwarzenegger just to turn the handle. You'd be cranking the bastard handle until your hands were sore and possibly bleeding. At this point, your dad would step in to help. He'd attempt to crank the handle and say things like, "It can't be that hard", "Christ, it's quite difficult isn't it?" and eventually "FUCK this FUCKING SHITE" while your mom covered your ears.

Mr Frosty was so disappointing that he should have voluntarily gone outside to stand in the sun and melt, thereby killing himself.

Percy Penguin

Sometimes Mr Frosty came with a little plastic penguin called Percy Penguin. You could squeeze Percy and he'd squirt his cum all over your slush. True story.

Other people's comments

Here are some people's comments about Mr Frosty that I've nicked from another site:

i remember the old ones, where you crank the handle to crush the ice. well, at least trying to crank te handle before it snapped off and cut you in the hand! mr frosty i evil and he hurt me

i envy my brother as we both wanted one but only he got one. i still dream of getting one every night as i sleep but he's never there in the morning. my brother often reminds me off his magical moments making cruched ice drinks for everyone with mr frosty and the hole in his tummy making endless amounts off frosty ice with syrup and ice lolly sticks but he has the fond memories and im left with lingering disappointment and envy.