I understand the meaning of the words “Limited Batch” printed on pints of Key Lime Pie ice cream, but refuse to believe them. In fear that you shall soon deny me of my new meaning of life, I’m tempted to buy out the stock of this magic fatty euphoric treat.
I pray to you, Patron Saints of Shame Eating, to keep all freezers I frequent full of this delicious frozen limey desert.
All of my Fats Belong to You,
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