Hey, do you hear that? Is that… the… the siren song of summer? The Ice Cream Cute Girl? No, that’s the obnoxious wail of a giant fuck you coming down the road.
Girl, you know how hot it is out here? I’m bakin’ like a toasted cheeser! And there you are, driving up in your little portable air conditioned purveyor of fine frozen sweets when girl, you know I only carry Amex and no cash. Fuck you, and the ice cream truck you rode in on.