Oh Mallory dear. Mocking is such a term from such a soft, mushy mind. And you should be proud of that marshmallow skull of yours. Just like Robert used to like to make those samores...you know, the hershey bar and the marshmallow and the graham cracker and all. Kind of all melted together. Robert left the ice cream in the car one hot summer day. You talk about melting. Heavens to mergatroid, it was awful. Pieces of butter brickle all over the vinyl seats. I say it was the fault of that Bush and all of his trade deals. Robert just got to where he couldn't remember to do anything at all but worry about that Bush.
What a waste - all that yummy butter brickle all over the vinyl seats. Did you send a letter to Bush and tell him he owed your for the ice cream?
