Dickhead of the Week - Mister Softee
There's still time for someone to usurp this week's Dickhead award, but for now, Mister Softee, everyone's favorite portable dairy company, wins.
It's 40 degrees Fahrenheit here in Sunnyside, Queens, with blustery 60 mile-per-hour gusts causing wind chills well below freezing.
But Mister Softee has determined that it's time to start the jingle. "It's mid-March, dammit, and people are jonesing for their chocolate dip. Fire up the bells and get the trucks a'rolling."
We've got a headache over at B&E today, Mister Softee. And you are, quite literally, a Dickhead.
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posted by Dan G @ 5:13 PM
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5 Comments:
I once announced that if I were ever found dead in my apartment in Sunnyside that the Mr Softee man should be charged with some sort of passive homicide, as that music had clearly had forced me to kill myself. Not being suicidal, I had to leave the neighborhood instead.
I miss hearing the Mr Softee constantly.
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I miss hearing the Mr Softee jingle constantly.
I just wonder how the drivers can stand it. Seriously. How.
My cousin worked as an ice cream truck driver one summer. She LOOOVED annoying people with the jingle, and the clangy-clangy bell. 'Course, she's always been kind of a sick puppy...
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