Ben and Jerry make great boyfriends. They are there for you when you need them, at any time of the day or night. They are loyal - once they enter your freezer, they don't move to another woman's freezer. They are sweet and always make you happy. Why can't all men be like B & J?
Cherry Garcia got me through finals junior year. Half Baked brought me back to life when my first love broke my heart. Chunky Monkey kept me company when I felt lonely after moving away from home.
Ladies, don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about.
While I have not fully succumbed to the idea that the perfect man is only available in the freezer aisle, I will rejoice on this day because today is FREE CONE DAY!
I know bikini season is creeping upon us and everyone and their ex-girlfriends will be half-naked in East Hampton come Memorial Day, but seriously I don't know if I can resist a free scoop of heaven. Let's be honest, Pinkberry just doesn't cut it sometimes.
Thankfully for my body, the only Ben & Jerry's in NYC is up in Toronto. And by Toronto I mean West 104th and Broadway. Since it's so far from civilization I don't get up there very much, which is a good thing because that means I can still fit in my jeans. But I'm considering making the trip abroad for a free scoop.
Maybe if I walk up there I won't feel so bad about eating a scoop of Oatmeal Cookie Chunk.
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