The best thing about my bus stop, even on the wettest, moodiest of days is this. Its a big ambitious ice cream that sit in the window of the polski cafe by my bus stop. Its an object so un obtainable, made solely to make you salivate and desire a fraction of its delight, but if it did actually exist, it would cost you at least 8 quid, and your butt would sure bounce after this.
It makes me smile every time, such greed could bring such pleasure, but only for a small moment in time, and then, well.... the consequences would surface. argh i want it!
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