So today as my roommate and I are just hanging out in our living room I hear the familiar sound of childhood in North America. The ice cream truck. Now I haven't seen or heard once since I moved back to the continent and so I turned to look out the window to see it and if it looked like the ones of my youth. The ones of my youth were just like the ones that you see in the movies... a truck of sorts. But today when I turned around, I saw an over-sized van with a bunch of ice cream stickers on its sides. Hm... kind of ghetto looking if you ask me. But I guess if it gets the job done and the ice cream with the irritating music out to the next generation of kids, then I guess it'll do.
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