Did I ever tell you guys that my Dad was a Bomb Pop Man when he was young(er)? He even had and drove the eensy little white truck. So whenever I see a dessert, it is he (and him) who I think of first. And wouldn't it be kind of a cute and sweet tooth kind of a tribute if I were to get a tat (on my neck, at the back) for my very own personal Spoonman? Hell yeah.
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