bad sherbert

I keep getting taunted by the sounds of the ice cream truck driving around our house, and the urge I have to go running outside to stop it is... difficult to control. Like Teen Wolf. So the other day when I got back from work to find it parked right fucking there? I grabbed Mike and Maya from the garage, asked if they had souls, and then forced them to prove it by coming with me to throw down on ice-cold awesomeness.

This is me pissed that the likeness of my Danny Phantom dilla was nowhere near as advertised. Those bastards! For good measure I also had a backpack and a Ninteno DS.




The only thing that made me feel a little better was the fact that at least I wasn't Maya.




Sucker! That'd be the remnants of her popsicle on the ground.

Moral of the story: Popsicles are awesome, but those ice-cream truck folk are devious sonnuvabitches.