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[johnpalmer]

This one isn't for the kids. It contains strong language. This is akin to saying "Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back" had strong language, sexual innuendo, and dick-and-fart-jokes.



*WHAT THE FUCK*? What kind of fucked up disneyland of perpetual pothead paranoia parklands did I *MOVE* to? Philadelphia is NORMAL... Columbus is NORMAL... even CLEVELAND is NORMAL!

But this... this is *SICK*! This is serious, fucked up shit! This is just fucking *INSANE!*

You know the scene... some obnoxious instrumental tune comes down the street played in a most annoyingly non-ignorable way and every kid for three hundred miles shouts "ICE CREAM!" or "THE ICE CREAM MAN!" or "MOM!" or "DAD!" or "GUARDIAN!" (for those kids who get to have guardians sign their permission slips for school... I always had this image of some kind of superhero signing those permission slips, though everyone in my schools always had "parents" to sign theirs).

It's the local ice cream truck coming around. Big, diesal powered thing with a large freezer or, if you were lucky, a soft serve machine. (Okay, you can argue lucky one way or the other. *I* liked the soft serve. With jimmies. *NOT* sprinkles.)

Note that. The local ICE CREAM TRUCK.

Not the motherfucking local ICECREAM FORD FUCKING FESTIVA!

It's bad enough to have a *TRUCK* driving you crackers during your run. To know that it's an obnoxious econobox, barely even a real car... sigh.

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Ah...the smell of diesel in the morning

[(Anonymous)]

I don't live where there's an ice cream truck, but you triggered some childhood memories. When I was a kid we'd always go to Maine for summer holidays. The ice cream truck would come to the beach, and the guy would serve ice cream from the back of the truck...over the tail pipe...while the truck was running.

I tell you, the smell of exhaust is still one of my favourites - it always makes me think of ice cream. Really.

Rhona (yes, I know I'm strange)