Just like with shoes, I've learned that whenever you buy ice cream, you get exactly what you pay for. You pay top dollar for a pint of the good stuff from them hippies in Vermont, you get a pint of rich butterfat and chocolate goodness that leaves you in a satisfied stupor for several hours after consumption. You go cheap and buy a quart of Jersey Maid Tin Roof Sundae on sale for two bucks, you get a craptacular quart of mostly air which leaves an aftertaste so bad that it helps you understand why cats happily lick their own asses.
Mikey
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