The Icecream Man

Sounds abit foreboding, doesn't it? Like something Stephen King would write about, kind of like The Library Cops. Twisted story, that one.

Anyway, the icecream man just drove by in his little truck, playing his very warped music. Part of me wishes I'd run out there and bought up his stock, with all the cash I have on me, because I'm so very hot today. But you see, the more practical side of me is ever so glad I didn't, because really, who spends $70 on icecream?