There is a god, and he/she loves good ice cream

You are not my god.

 

Coldstone is unspeakably good. If they had a "Your Body Is Going To Go Into Shock After This" size, I'd probably get it.

 

That would be the key. You'd have to start with a really good vanilla ice cream, very high in butter fat content.

 

The Catholic Church: Come for the Sunday sermon, stay for the sundae socials!

 

Jesus....

Where the hell is Braum's?

 

Quick, Buck! Get the patent! We'll make something of this!

 

But I know him, we play golf together, and he's very proud of you.

 

Ha! He hates me!

Shows what you know.

 

It's an act.
When He gets really drunk in the clubhouse bar, He cries and tells us how much He misses you, and how sorry He is for running around with the truck-stop girl named Toreene.

 

They deserve each other.

He was so stuck up. Always all "Don't you know who I am?" to people when we'd go out. Guy simply REFUSED to wait in line like everyone else.

 

Give Him a break.
He's in rehab, making amends.
Ease his pain.

 

And he never really acknowledged that bastard child of his until the kid was 33 years old.