Month: June 2014

When I went to the store . . .

  I would like to find the man who was in this picture and thank him . . . for scaring the cr*p out of me, when all I was trying to do was look for some good ice cream. I feel as though I walked down a dark alley way in an alternate universe where ice cream bars were illegal, and then this guy (probably named Frank) came around the corner and said “Hey Kid! wanna buy some ice cream?” No Frank, I dont wanna buy your creepy ice cream, I just wanna enjoy the crisp breeze that comes out of the grocery freezers without your eyes delving into my soul. “Some to the dark side, we have Moooo bars” (which is what they’re called by the way).