A slightly below the belt punch: my immunes are kaput!
Hagen Das, Du shlogen, foist knobben, clean up your room logs.
Super-Choco-Chunky-Puss Filled Ice Cream Cake. (it’s cold)
“I love the headache rush when ice cream drips down the aorta, and the trachea”
My arms flap with wings of delight. The milky way is in the universe.
Socho-du-Chocolat. Five octave musser marimba; it was in the freezer and it’s still cold.
I got Rocky Road. I got Cherry Garcia. I got a Merry Moose. A very merry Moose.
I can puke in a vat of ice cream and eat it. It’s okay, it still tastes good, it’s ice cream and it is a chair.
I love many many children. I drive a truck in the winter. I charge $1.50. When it’s hot, I’m real cold. It’s ice cream, it’ll eat you!!!
Hey! I’ll tell you a joke. Q: What do you call a blind man, when he’s headed for disaster?
A: an Animal!! Get it?! Because he was headed for disaster?! HA HA HA HA HA HA!
Ice cream!!
I love many many children. I drive a truck in the winter. I charge $1.50. When it’s hot, I’m real cold. It’s ice cream, it’ll eat you!!!