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Haven't had a banana split since I was seven. I remember...there was this drive-through sort of ice cream stand my Dad used to take me to.

Of course, I liked the thought of ice cream more than I actually liked it. I think I figured I was supposed to like ice cream like every other kid, so I tried really hard to make it look like I did. My dad would get mad when I got something and not be able to finish half of it.

So I stopped eating ice cream.

Although, sometimes I do kind of like vanilla ice cream in small amounts.

And right now I would fucking murder someone for a banana and a scoop of ice cream with a *tiny* bit of chocolate on it. (The darker the better.)

But I guess that's another matter entirely. Does anyone in the house even like ice cream? I don't think anyone bothers buying it. It'd probably expire or whatever ice cream does (*imagines frostbitten ice cream*) before anyone wanted it enough to even open the damn tub.

It's right up there with Milk. There's only one person in the house who does like milk, and (not surprisingly) he's the Which Of The Following Does Not Belong. He's the What's Wrong With This Picture. He's the puzzle piece that doesn't fit nbo matter where you put it.

He's the reason we bother buying milk in the first place. Sometimes it expires before he even gets the top off of it.