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So you probably probably know by now that I have three vices in life. Great

coffee, great wine, and ice cream. In the ice cream department it's vanilla hagenas. It must be made from

angels milk. Shear ecstasy. It's what heaven must be like, please! When I lick it, oh, and you have to lick it on a cone,

a spoonful's too much, it's too intense,

it has to be licked.

So when I lick it, I savor each lick

until my taste buds scream in pain for more and then when I reluctantly

swallow my last bite that's what hell must be like.

So a little while back I allowed myself to have this sweet bitter experience at a local

hogandage store. While licking, I temporarily awoke from my blissful nirvana to see in horror

that I had licked off all the ice cream on top the cone.

I was not ready to bite into the cone.

That is the beginning of the end.

So I went back up to the counter with a big milk-covered smile, yes,

Angel's milk, and said, as charming as I possibly could muster, for a real passionate

lover of your great product, would you kindly add a gratuitous small shading

to the top here, holding my topless cone out to her, to help extend my joy just a little

bit longer, even with a strict policy against such allowances, she said it would

be my pleasure and plucked another full, albeit hollow, scoop of vanilla bliss on top my cone. The charm must have worked. When I came back to the

table, with my new free scoop, my wife couldn't believe it. One that I asked and two that she gave it to me. I

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