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On my quest for Bubblegum Ice Cream, yesterday, I stopped by the store of dread (both stores of dread, come to think of it). My friend E_ with the pretty blue eyes was there, all happy to see me and my scarf. He hugged me over the customer service counter. At the other store of dread, I saw briefly the boy I gave my number to, out of the corner of an eye. He didn't see me, though, and that's fine. I noticed he has a dorky walk anyway. It's supposed to appear purposeful, but it has a lot of extraneous movement, like he never quite grew out of being a gawky teenager.
So not attractive.
Anyway, no one carries pints or quarts of Bubblegum Ice Cream, as I was informed they never sold. I probably bought them all in times past, and when I stopped eating it, there was no demand left.
I got a scoop of it from Baskin Robbins, though. Then I had to drive around for a while and eat it. Maybe I'll have them pack me a pint sometime.
Time to finish laundry.
So not attractive.
Anyway, no one carries pints or quarts of Bubblegum Ice Cream, as I was informed they never sold. I probably bought them all in times past, and when I stopped eating it, there was no demand left.
I got a scoop of it from Baskin Robbins, though. Then I had to drive around for a while and eat it. Maybe I'll have them pack me a pint sometime.
Time to finish laundry.