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MsTexas
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Whenever I hear that goofy tune played by the ice cream truck driving down these streets, for a brief moment, I consider running from my house, barefoot and only half dressed, with a wild look in my eyes and manic grin on my face, clutching fistfuls of cash, and madly racing down the road and waving my arms about like a crazy man, screaming, "Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream!!!" as I chase down that jolly little truck of sweet, sugary goodness.
But then I think better of it.
Besides, if I'm really going to do that, I ought to be completely nude. Just balls out, penis bouncing and flopping as I run through the streets.
You should let me know when you do this ...
I would like to be a witness