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I hope the Taste of Truthiness gets released in Scotland some day… We have golden eagles, no bears and the Daily Show on UK TV now – all we need is some Colbert.
Posted by Alicia Philley on March 10, 2007 at 8:41 pm
I just ate some of the Americone Dream. It really is like Jesus' tears of joy. That's some serious ice cream. We found it at our local trashy bodega in Brooklyn. Crazy!
Mmm, my friend and I found a pint on Saturday and split it for breakfast in Bryant Park. While we felt mighty ballsy eating so near a known book flophouse, the ice cream itself tasted like Jesus' tears of joy with a bit of a truthy afterkick.
ewwww…ballsy
mmmm…ballsy
Will it be available in Canada?…if not ROAD TRIP!
I hope the Taste of Truthiness gets released in Scotland some day… We have golden eagles, no bears and the Daily Show on UK TV now – all we need is some Colbert.
Californias Against Colbert Always!
The 52nd Distict of California has boycotted Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream. We do exist!
CACA Rules!
very funny. I'm from austria. As if being home to schwarzenegger wasn't enough. Now they denie us ice cream. Will it never stop.
The people in CACA just can't handle the truthyness that Colbert shows us.
I just ate some of the Americone Dream. It really is like Jesus' tears of joy. That's some serious ice cream. We found it at our local trashy bodega in Brooklyn. Crazy!
i can't seem to find this icecream anywhere!! the country is totally denying me my rights to enjoy the americone dream.
The Americone Dream is impossible to find! My brother and I finally found it after 2 weeks of searching.
Mmm, my friend and I found a pint on Saturday and split it for breakfast in Bryant Park. While we felt mighty ballsy eating so near a known book flophouse, the ice cream itself tasted like Jesus' tears of joy with a bit of a truthy afterkick.