Monday, June 20, 2005
There's an ice cream truck blaring ice cream music in front of my apartment building. It's 9 o'clock at night. Isn't it past a lot of kids' bedtimes? So what could he be doing there? Perhaps it's an ice cream truck for adults, and the creepy ice cream man is selling flavorful frozen penis popsicles and pudendum-shaped eskimo pies. I think I've just come up with my million dollar idea. I shall become Ice Cream Man: After Dark. Details soon.