Okay, I am a British/Romanian Girl and he had Draculea Garlic Ice Cream. Really, If you haven’t met this guy yet, you want to.
By Andrew Blumetti
Crap news everyone: summer’s pretty much kaput.
Nearly a week into September and as the calendar inches closer and closer to greet autumn, the telltale signs of the season around us are awfully difficult to miss.
The glowing evening sun drops a bit earlier now into the snowcone-colored horizon, the sound of giggling children running around under a sprinker in the warm afternoon heat is absent, the once brightly-blooming red and pink flowers have become less thirsty, the whistle blow is about to kick off the new football season, and spooky Halloween costumes and decorations have started to fill the aisles of the local Party City.
In no time, we’ll be pouring glasses of tangy apple cider, raking crunchy leaves, and carving scary faces into big bumpy pumpkins.
Ready or not, we’re on a head-on collision with fall.
Another all-too obvious sign– the nighttime mercury…
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