I heard this ditty every since I was about 5 years old.
During long forgotten hot and steamy summer days, we endured and waited with great anticipation, the ice cream wagon (truck) daily routes in our neighborhood, selling ice cream cones and novelties for nickels or dimes. Ah! those were the days...one of best memories of care-free summers!!
|Purina Frosty Paws,|
box of 4 cups, one
of which is in
the blue dish
|OOPS! It is scooting and sliding|
across this deck like a hockey
puck or melting ice cube!
|BURP! This stuff was not intended to|
be gnawed with my back molars!
Or swallowed whole!
|WOW! This frozen stuff rocks, but|
I have this pain in my eyes--my
mistress has this pain when she
binges on ice cream. She calls
it 'brain freeze!'
I seem to have a fascination with portable potties. This PortaPot was located where the local Police Auxiliary served pulled pork sandwiches, taco in a bag, and drinks during a recent event in town. I am a member of the auxiliary which is trying to raise funds to buy tornado sirens for our somewhat isolated city. It is a big undertaking fund-wise.
The PortaPot was provided by a local septic tank cleaner.
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I will be in doctor appointments or out of town much of the next two weeks.