the ice cream man, that is. i only ever got something from the ice cream man once, in sixth grade. i remember it was a baseball glove-shaped popsicle with a baseball-patterned gumball. it cost three dollars, but i felt ripped off since the gumball was frozen solid and impossible to chew.
i still can’t blow bubbles in my bubble gum. i’m an idiot. i also can only blow up balloons half the time. this madness is in addition to my aforementioned inability to ride a bike.
why haven’t i gotten stuff from the ice cream man more often? well, around here he has an erratic schedule and i can never find him. plus i never had money when i was little. (maybe that explains my spending habits now.) also, ever since i saw this ridiculous b-movie directed by a man whose primary experience is pornography according to imdb, i haven’t seen the the ice cream man in the same way.
hahahahaha “young and anal 2″ that’s hilarious. with names like nena cherry and dick nasty you can never go wrong. hahahahahaha.
anywhooooo. thanks for ze comments. i vill vork to make eet happen.
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