Today your writers were sitting on a beach in Robert Moses State Park in Long Island. We were enjoying the rays of Father Sun when lo and behold, a deeply tanned man approached. He had very little body hair and carried a fanny pack and a box of ice cream.
"Bling Bling. Ding Ding."
"Hot and steamy, creamy dreamy."
We looked up. Was this really happening?
"Tutti frutti. Nice and juicy."
One of our writers decided on an ice cream sandwich. As she approached, Mr. Ice Cream Man was talking to some kids.
"That one likes to grab everything, keep an eye on her," he instructed a young mother about her four-year-old.
He sold us some ice cream and went down the beach selling his wares and rhyming.
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actually what he said was, "this one likes to grab a bunch at once, figure out what's going on with her." as if it was some compulsion that had yet to be diagnosed.
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