It's not bad enough that the Mr. Softee man comes around at least three times a week at exactly 3:30 p.m. He also happens to be the handsomest dude in the universe, with a smile that can wring a dollar tip from a substitute teacher buying a small vanilla cone!
My daughter The Heir, who is very discriminating, agrees that our Mr. Softee is a boffo Mr. Softee, worth the price of jimmies and then some.
Please excuse me a minute .......
Mmmmbfffff gloppppp mmmmmbbbbbb.... (lap lap lap)
Yummmmm! OOOooooooEEEEEEE! Come on baby, stuff my cone!
Oh yeah. Faeries. Why listen to me blather? Come to Faerie Con this weekend and consult the experts!
Oh, Mr. Soffffteeeeee! Come back! I want another banana split! With extra whipped cream.......