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The last piece of advice that my grandmother ever gave me was, "Don't dip your fries in the ice cream."
The last piece of advice that my grandmother ever gave me was, "Don't dip your fries in the ice cream."
As a child, my parents convinced me that when the ice cream truck played its song, it meant the ice cream was finished.
As I sat happily eating a cup of ice cream, I suddenly noticed the unpleasant taste of dish soap.
Eating--alone--the warm brownie covered by cold vanilla ice cream and smothered with thick chocolate syrup sure beat finding the highway in the dark.
It's undeniable: I DO get a strange thrill out of going to the gas station in the middle of the night to buy ice cream in my pyjamas.