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I found a pint of haagen-dazs outside of my door. At first, i didnt' think anything special of this, but now that i'm sobering up, i do. I'm wondering if it's a bomb. Has Al Queda started making haagen-dazs shaped bombs? Does someone want my roommates dead? Does someone want me dead? Maybe it's a peace offering. Maybe someone has admired me from afar and has put this pint of delicious goodness at my door so that i will love them. Maybe it fell out of the sky and through the floor above me but not through my floor. Will my roommates know who it's from? Will anyone eat this deserted dessert or will it just be some lonesome pint to sit in my freezer forevermore? For the love of god, what will become of the poor Haagen-Dazs? It never did anything wrong to anyone. It is ice cream, and ice cream is pure goodness. Unless it's a bomb. |
drunk.