I want some freakin' ICE CREAM, and there isn't any in the freezer.
And LJ has the truck, or else I'd go get some.
I am waiting hopefully for the sound of the GOOD ice-cream man in the distance. (There are several teams of roving ice-cream men in this neighborhood. The good ice-cream man has soft-serve cones. The bad ice-cream man only has those overpriced Good Humor novelties. I saw one of those trucks close-up one day when I was driving home from work one day and was just aghast at the number of licensed-character ice-cream novelties. And what the HELL is a Yu-Gi-Oh anyway?)
What I would do right now for a bowl of Breyers' Heath Bar ice cream, would scandalize most of my family.
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