There’s not much better than ice cream on a sunny, fall afternoon.
Or after a brutal workout.
It’s been a week of treat ‘yo self. But how often does the Big Gay Ice Cream Truck head down South from NYC? I enjoyed a cone on Monday and a cup on Tuesday.
Monday night I stopped to pick up a Salty Pimp after a
bitch of a challenging workout with my trainer. He only looks sweet and innocent.