I had every intention of taking a picture of my favorite neighborhood ice cream dish – Rita’s vanilla soft-serve with hot fudge. The details are blurry in hindsight although occasionally hindsight is 20-20 but I don’t want to be a Monday-morning quarterback regarding hindsight. Either way, I ate all the fucking ice cream and took a picture of the empty dish. Who needs another ice cream photo anyway. It was delicious and as I have a yet undiagnosed lactose intolerance condition, I barely made it home. Some may say, “TMI, TMI, TMI!” To you I say, “I’m just glad I didn’t shit my pants.”
I think he shit his toga