Diy drumstick ice cream cones
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Ah, summer! Can you feel it? It is close. Pretty soon schools will be out of session and the creepy bells of the ice cream truck will echo along the streets of the neighborhood. Yeah, I said creepy. There is something eerie and haunting about that chimey song. Growing up, we lived on a dead end street. There were two other houses with kids roughly me and my brothers’ age on the block. We didn’t get a lot of action from the neighborhood ice cream trucks. Womp, womp. Fear not though, our house was never lacking of Flintstone Push-Pops or Fudgesicles. I think there may have been one time I actually remember the ice cream truck stopping before our street, looking at us, then backing up to come down our block. We hustled inside and got our money. My mom came out to supervise. She thinks the music is creepy too. Clearly. I could totally lie to you and say that I always got a Drumstick. Wouldn’t that just make the perfect story? But that would be a lie and I would lose all my journalistic integrity. I bought a Mickey Mouse ice cream pop. Come on. You have to …
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