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I'm so sick of you
I want to drill into your teenage head
And put some sense in there
For a change
Your three Fs and a D
Obviously you're trying to kill me
But luckily
For me
You know everything
About everything
And I
Am just
Chopped liver.

A stitch in time saves nine

There's a new sherriff in town.
OK not really; it's still Sherriff Haagen Daz, but there's a new flavor.
A pint of 'five' (ice cream made with only five ingredients) brown sugar flavor, is just the job after one of those days like today when your car begins to smoke profusely as you drive to work, forcing you to pull over and jump out because you think it's about to burst into flames, then you call the tow truck which tows it to the shop who tells you it's no big deal then calls you back to say sorry actually you need a new radiator and do you really want us to fix it because your car is really old and it has 220,000 miles on it and wouldn't you rather look for a new vehicle and you're like well yes but no because I can't afford it so go ahead and fix it and they're like ok and then when you pick it up they show you all the knackered old parts they had to pull off it and they give you the bill and it's $800 and you're like totally fucked.
(Sometimes ice cream is not enough; you need see's candy too).