I call them Pedophile Trucks. Even if they are ice cream trucks. And there are reasons why I call them Pedophile Trucks.

Well, it started in the end of February, when I was sitting near the window in the living room, and I started to hear that goddamned music. When I looked out the window, there it was. "And why the hell is there a ice cream truck in February?!" I yelled and got my sis to see that gruesome sight. So, the adults are luring the kitties into that blasted truck I guess. I mean, who the hell drives an ice cream truck around my neighborhood in February?! Now the kids are victims for loosing their virginity!

And this is why I just go grab some ice cream at the store. I don't want to be lured into those trucks with them pictures on it. Screw them adults and their ice cream from a portable ice cream shop!

I hate ice cream trucks. The music haunted in my mind, how late it can come around, how it drives in stupid winter and spring, and those adults creep me out!