Something is not right with the ice cream man who drives his zippy little truck through my neighborhood.
What's the problem?
He comes around every night at 5 p.m.
Seriously. That's just mean.
"But mom, why can't I get ice cream?"
"Because it's dinner time. That's why."
Stupid ice cream man.
He should be driving through my neighborhood at 7 p.m. every night. Then maybe he'd get some business. Because really, he never stops. No one buys any ice cream.
Stupid ice cream man.
hee hee.
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