Listen, I haven't eaten ice cream in about a month. I haven't even wanted it. Except yesterday. I wanted vanilla ice cream with crushed Oreo cookies and hot fudge. I didn't have it. Instead I ranted and raved, and walked some, and ate dinner, and talked to a friend and thought briefly about murder.
Well, not really-really murder, but you know the kind of emotion where you just fucking want to bash someone in the head.
No? You don't know?
Maybe you eat too much ice cream.
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