I just wanted some gorram ice cream. Was that too much to ask?
Title of the post, anyone? (Google doesn’t count)
Back to the issue at hand. Seriously. Just wanted a cone. Oh how ice cream outwitted me.
When we were at the airport, it mocked me with its plastic adverstising type appearance yet sold outery; at McDonald’s it thwarted me with its non-existence; from Lawson’s it cheated me of good taste; and finally, at Matt’s place, Steve’s announcment of, “And hey, I’ve got ice cream!” has given me purpose.
I will get my ice cream.
We’ll see who wins this one, frozen tasty treat.
We’ll see.
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