The weather. Tomorrow, expect a biting cold front. Hmm, how naughty. I wonder what I'll be

wearing or taking off. The night will be wild and untamed. Expect heavy, lashing rain that'll soak

you to the skin. By Monday, temperatures will rise slowly but surely reaching their peak in the

afternoon. Not in the afternoon.

Not in the mood for miserable weather.

Fly cheaply to Turkey with Sun Express.

Sun Express, nonstop sunshine.

Oh, what's that time again?

It's time to thank you the ice cream to thank you, the ice cream truck drivers.

Thank you ice cream truck drivers.

These are the people who joined that convoy over at preaching fund.com to bring that fucking ice cream straight to your fucking ear holes.

Right now, I'd like to thank Paul's brother, Piro, Sarah Boyle, and Scoop de Jure.

If you want to be an ice cream truck driver, just like these fine folks, preaching fun.com is where you can go to sign up and drive that fucking ice cream truck.

That's right.

Who knows?

The life you save may be your own. Ice cream truck not guaranteed.

Hey Johnny, do you want to go to an ice cream social? Yeah, I'd love to. Great. Let's go.

Oh, boy, here we go.

That's the enthusiasm.

Here's the show.

Oh, boy.

Just for your ear holes.

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