Quotes About Ice cream

Complain about being fat. Get depressed. Eat ice cream. Feel happy. Gain 2lbs. Complain about being fat...

Be happy. Smile even on your darkest days and worst times even though your broken up inside. If you can't seem to do that call your 2 or 3 best friends and tell them to pick up ice cream on the way over.

Cunt would be a good flavor of ice cream, Sealtest ought to work on it.

I have the best memories as a kid eating ice cream. It was a family tradition that I had with my father. It was nice.

We have all learned at an early age that the cold of ice cream is not very dangerous, and it is strange now to almost nobody. The great change in taste and attitude in our culture is not the least of the revolutions which the understanding and control of cold have wrought in our lives.

Our ice cream man was found lying on the floor of his van covered with hundreds and thousands. Police say that he topped himself.

Age does not diminish the extreme disappointment of having a scoop of ice cream fall from the cone.

Dinner is a waste on a first date, because you don't want the guy to see how much you can really eat. "He'll find out soon enough that I can put my entire head in a Häagen-Dazs tub."

Of course making berry ice cream or at least a berry-banana mix is even healthier. My favorite is chocolate. To make it, blend dark, sweet cherries or strawberries mixed with a tablespoon of cocoa power, a splash of a milk of your choice (more if you want a milkshake), a capful of vanilla extract, and some pitted dates. If you didn't yet get your nuts for the day, you can add some almond butter.

It's because I'm not a very satisfactory princess," Alianora said. "I tried, I really did, but... It started when the wicked fairy came to my christening." "She put a curse on you?" "No, she ate cake and ice cream until she nearly burst and danced with my Uncle Arthur until two in the morning and had a wonderful time. So she went home without cursing me, and Aunt Ermintrude says that that's where the whole problem started.

It was a perfect day. For five minutes there was no war, and it was just a glorious Sunday in a Leningrad June. When Tatiana looked up from her ice cream, she saw a soldier staring at her from across the street.

She ate it and cried. Soon, he put the melting ice cream away. "Shura," Tatiana whispered, "darling, forget what should have been. Remember all that was." "Tatiasha, babe," Alexander whispered, coming back to bed to be covered, "my one and only wife, forget our age, our splendid youth, forget it all and let our crazy love make us young.

These three things:the smell of Shepelevo, the smell of the Metro and the taste of creme brulee ice cream. The essence of my childhood in Russia.

When Tatiana looked up from her ice cream, she saw a soldier staring at her from across the street.