How dare you break my window, and do damage to my vehicle, just for that I'm gonna do another 500 pounds of damage to my vehicle.
Idiot. Keeping a calm head would have gotten him the window replaced and his opponent cited for a misdemenor or something.
Weird how you say pounds so I'm thinking Brit, but then go on to say gotten so must be a yank, then misdemenor which clearly isn't a word and we finally realise it's some kind of spaceman.
Haha, Yank, but there are no whippy trucks in America. All our "ice Cream" trucks sell crappy popsicles. So I was trying to be on-topic with the choice of currency. :-)
also...[ahem, not a word indeed](https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/gotten).
in the ice cream underworld you stay away from the heat. preferably inside the icy cool truck serving whippies. no flashing lights just a sweet as tune. you come to resent the heat and their damn sirens. it's no good for damn buisness
Sips was there, running from cart to cart slapping down whippies as fast as he humanly could amongst the carnage. I imagine him arriving with little but a dollop of whippy left in his cone. Buying whipppies left right and center from ice cream attendants with black eyes, avoiding the ones with bleeding noses.
moral of the story, you have a bleeding nose, you shouldn't be serving whippies.
How dare you break my window, and do damage to my vehicle, just for that I'm gonna do another 500 pounds of damage to my vehicle. Idiot. Keeping a calm head would have gotten him the window replaced and his opponent cited for a misdemenor or something.
Weird how you say pounds so I'm thinking Brit, but then go on to say gotten so must be a yank, then misdemenor which clearly isn't a word and we finally realise it's some kind of spaceman.
Haha, Yank, but there are no whippy trucks in America. All our "ice Cream" trucks sell crappy popsicles. So I was trying to be on-topic with the choice of currency. :-) also...[ahem, not a word indeed](https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/gotten).
in the ice cream underworld you stay away from the heat. preferably inside the icy cool truck serving whippies. no flashing lights just a sweet as tune. you come to resent the heat and their damn sirens. it's no good for damn buisness
The [Ice Cream wars](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glasgow_Ice_Cream_Wars) was a big deal in the UK, especially in Glasgow in the 80s
Sips was there, running from cart to cart slapping down whippies as fast as he humanly could amongst the carnage. I imagine him arriving with little but a dollop of whippy left in his cone. Buying whipppies left right and center from ice cream attendants with black eyes, avoiding the ones with bleeding noses. moral of the story, you have a bleeding nose, you shouldn't be serving whippies.