deprived
As a child, my parents convinced me that when the ice cream truck played its song, it meant the ice cream was finished.
As a child, my parents convinced me that when the ice cream truck played its song, it meant the ice cream was finished.
As I sat happily eating a cup of ice cream, I suddenly noticed the unpleasant taste of dish soap.
Eating--alone--the warm brownie covered by cold vanilla ice cream and smothered with thick chocolate syrup sure beat finding the highway in the dark.
It's undeniable: I DO get a strange thrill out of going to the gas station in the middle of the night to buy ice cream in my pyjamas.