Thursday, January 14, 2010
And then the Schwann's Man came to the door
Gosh darn you, Schwann's man! You and your sinful ice cream and other frozen convenience foods. You know I can't say no, don't you? That chocolate peanut butter bliss ice cream you
forced let me buy did my butt absolutely no good. And we won't even talk about what you did to my budget. Why won't you leave me alone? Go pick on my neighbors...