We have a new person tonight, would you like to introduce yourself??
Ah, not really, but I will, Hi, my name is “T”, and, and …. I’m a..a.. an Ice-Cream-aholic…….
Thank you “T” please feel free to join in, would you like to tell us how you found us??? …….
No! Don’t ask me anymore questions, just leave me the Fuck alone, you told me I didn’t have to participate!!
This is how I think it would go! I just can’t see myself in the basement of an old Church ( Yikes!, I just got singed! ) where they call weekly Bingo for the old coots with blue & pink hair, 6 inch ciggy’s hanging out of their orange-red ringed imaginary lips, their big saggy tits and their line of ugly little troll dolls that are reflected in their cloudy blood-shot eyes. The only difference is its night, a ring of sad unkept fat people with a ton of food stains all over their wrinkled baggy clothes, some look like chocolate syrup stains and some sweet sticky ice-cream stains, well, at least that’s what the person sitting next to them hope those stains are. If these people are anything like me, which they aren’t of course! all that ice cream going into your stomach is like eating a box of ex-lax! It makes your bowels grumble and growl, gas cramps double you over and they don’t wait for no-one ! I don’t think I’ll be going any place like that in the near future! I DON’T HAVE PROBLEM !!! OK???
My hubby told me last night that I have a problem and I need help! Last night around 8pm I was so tired and just getting ready for bed when at the mere mention of ice cream I perked up and started getting giddy, he told me my eye’s suddenly had twinkle in them . but we’re broke, we didn’t have the $6.90 for a 4 litre bucket of Safeway Ice Cream but I came up with a plan, I always have a plan! Bottles! we’ve got a ton of bottles to take in to the bottle depot. Eureka ! So off I sent him, hurry, hurry before the store closes………I was so happy!! How F’n Sad…..
I Got A Problem!! I’m out of Ice-Cream! Oh No!!
Maybe I’ll just freeze some of the cheap $1.99 containers of yogurt I bought, or use my popsicle maker,? it’s just not the same, that ice-cold feeling meets warm as it slides down the back of the throat, boy I’m sure going to miss it, maybe I should have married an Eskimo! wink,wink,nod!! lol….