CULTURE
The Intergalactic
Space Chronicle
Ice Cream Land 2171
By Goldy Fox
I scream, you scream, we all scream when we're sliding off a Banana Split sundae into a pool of chocolate fudge. It’s the most natural reaction to such an event.
To some, the idea of slipping and sliding on ice-cold sticky flavored goops might be a bit much, but for others, it is an adventure full of brain freeze, calories, and a whole lot of appropriate licking.
Whether you are an amateur licker or a professional lick master, Ice-Cream Land is the place for you. It is a magical theme park where one can bathe in a chocolate shake, ride a sugary cherry down a river of rum raisin ice-cream, or travel through the chunky monkey jungle, swinging from one bowl to the another.
And don’t get me started on the cones! You can ride in them, scoop up anything you want from just about anywhere, and you can even wear them at the wearable cone shop.
I know some of you are concerned about never wanting ice-cream again once you’ve experienced some mint chocolate chip in various inappropriate locations of your body. But consider this, you take your kids once a year, and it takes them a really long time to whine for ice-cream again.
