I’ll admit, I’ve always had a pretty big weakness for ice cream. Every single diet has been blown by giving in to Phish Food, which I continually hope is not named after the jam band, not that it would be surprising. Now, despite the wonder of their ice cream, there’s a 100 douchey things about Ben & Jerry. I mean, they named an ice cream after The Dave Matthews Band. Maybe I should stop there. Also, if McCain wants to turn the tide of the election all he has to do is hold up a picture of Ben & Jerry, or the fake guys that play them and say: This is what America will become if Obama wins. These guys. Maybe I should stop there with the perpetuation of liberal stereotypes, most of which are actually miners and autoworkers with no flowers painted on their faces. Oh, and the plays on words, Cherry Garcia, Martin Luther Cone, Strawberry Death Squad, whatever. But what really annoys me in this incredibly gay rant, is a couple of the new flavors. It used to be they’d mix up a few things and give it a gay name. Chunky Monkey, Chubby Hubby, neither of which contains any actual Monkey or Hubby. Is it just me or is the fact that Cheesecake Brownie combines Cheesecake Ice Cream and Cheesecake Brownies a little uncreative? That’s all. It was either this or get pissed about the Jeremiah Wright bullshit, which is still a story eight fucking weeks later. Has there ever been a cleaner candidate if THAT’s what’s sticking? Let’s develop a Humvee that can run on whacko’s and then go one degree of seperation on Bush and Cheney.
Shock & Almonds combines a tasty swirl of oily fudge in between shia-weet ice cream and sunni-apolitan swirls.
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Todd Voorhies would be jealous. Mukesh Ambani, one of the richest men in the world, has just completed the world’s first billion dollar home in India. This ridiculously absurd skyscraper has in-house car maintenance, 600 full-time staff, and a helipad. Now, this guy’s worth about 70 billion. He wants to build a place like this, cool. But Mr. Ambani, next time, maybe don’t build your billion dollar home so that it’s physical resting on rivers of piss and raw sewage flowing through your neighbors’ street-level shanty’s. 75% of India’s residents live well below the poverty level, and while he can certainly do whatever he likes with his own money, next time I might suggest giving a mere MILLION to provide Clif bars and Smart Water to nearby constituents for the NEXT FULL DECADE. Hell, get a corporate sponsor! How about a street-level floor with about 500 public toilets and free Jamba Juices for everyone? Come ON! Where’s the karma? Sidenote: this Coruscant-like monstrosity was designed by Perkins & Will in Chicago. Perkins and Will, according to their website, is committed to immersing their design teams into the clients’ culture, mission, values and vision to create striking, environmentally responsible, forward-looking buildings that enhance lives of communities.
I’m a Democrat, but right now, I’m just tired. I’m calling myself out as the Douche of the Day. Why? Because I just wish Hillary and Obama would stop fighting like a divorced couple who are campaigning for the most friends. At one time, the entire country was friends with both. “Hey Obama, we going to the game on Sunday? Cubs vs. Cards - it’s gonna be good!” “Hey Hillary, you gonna make book club tonight - Scarlet Letter - it’s gonna be good!” And America was happy. But then they got divorced. And then we started having to make choices. Choices about who was going to get the coffee table, and who was going to get the teacups from Aunt Jean. Choices about who was going to spoil us more during the holidays. Who was going to pay the highest price for my love?! At first, it was fun. What’s mom saying about dad?! What did dad just do?!
But now. Now, it’s just tiring. And Uncle John is just sitting in the background, quietly drinking his Scotch, and saying, “Mom and Dad will always fight. The love fighting more than you. But me. I’ll always love you…” And if we aren’t careful, I just may listen. I get tired of fighting. I just want someone to tell me they love me….