They say Rock’n’Roll Legends never die, they just turn into ice cream. Or something like that. It’s so easy to get enthralled by rock stars, with their cornsilk hair that’s all scraggly from it being Autumn and corn season being almost over. I mean, if you’re just a sweet young thing named Vidalia, just a garden variety girl, you might just roll right over when a rock star with a peaches and cream ice cream complexion says you’ve got great skin too. Don’t fret darlin/you’ve got a fun one/I’m the dessert/to your sexy onion. Don’t worry, when I shred, it won’t be you. RIP Eddie Van Halen.
The Ice Cream Club 
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