Tuesday, October 25, 2011


This is what happens after a total of fifteen hours spanned over three days in a row of scooping ice cream; a lovely right forearm of spotted bruises. Don't you just love never-ending crowds and under-staffed establishments?  

Needless to say when Monday rolled around with it's 90F+ (30C) temperature I was called to see if I wanted to come in. I basically replied "Bitch, please". 

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