I Love Ice Cream
I love ice cream and apparently it loves me too; it likes to hang around my waist. If it's in the fridge, it calls me until I let it out; then when my pants call me from the closet I have to let them out. When I was younger, I would often eat 2 litres of ice cream a day, for days in a row. Now I rarely bring it into the house because it is impossible to ignore.