I'd like a cup of cold cookies and cream

There are customers out there who believe that simply naming the type of ice cream they desire is enough information to make a transaction. They tell me what kind of ice cream they'd like and assume that I know the exact quantity they want. These customers are called idiots. The name 'idiot' isn't limited to these types of customers, there are more. There are those who ask for cold ice cream. There are those who procreate more than they need to and galavant around town with other couples who have also given birth to more children than they should have. They take all of their offspring, their stupid idiot offspring, to Haagen Dazs and give me a hard time. There are those who sit not two feet away from a garbage can and choose to leave their refuse wherever they please. There are those who steal from our tip cup. There are those who wait for the bus outside, come inside to get the most complicated orders on the menu, and tell us to hurry so that they don't miss their bus. There are those who just come inside to wait for the bus without making purchases. There are those who don't understand how policies which offer FREE ICE CREAM work (even when clearly explicated) and try to finagle their way to things that don't rightfully belong to them. These people, and more, are all called idiots.

My sister is home. I saw her for the first time in 3 or 4 years today. She looks the same to me, I wonder how I look to her. I'm guessing fat and ugly. I thought it would be strange, her being home, but I've already adapted. I smoked one of her American Spirits. It's so much better than the ass filth I've been inhaling. It tastes better, so it's probably better for me. It probably makes me healthier.

I'm very tired from work. Guess which part of me is the sweatiest. Guess.