AnnieBananie
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Sooo I brought the kids to Dairy Queen for a little ice cream cone (let's not get into the fact that it's only 40 degrees outside)... the exchange with the gal at the drive through went likey this...
"I'd like 3 kids' cones please"
"Yeah, what size"
"Oh! Kids cones have different sizes now?"
"*scoff* Oh, you mean CHILD cones"
"No, I mean kids cones as in cones with ice cream made of the milk of adolescent goats"
She may or may not have spit on our cones, I can't be sure. Didn't taste funny though *shrug*
*shaking head*
"I'd like 3 kids' cones please"
"Yeah, what size"
"Oh! Kids cones have different sizes now?"
"*scoff* Oh, you mean CHILD cones"
"No, I mean kids cones as in cones with ice cream made of the milk of adolescent goats"
She may or may not have spit on our cones, I can't be sure. Didn't taste funny though *shrug*
*shaking head*