I went up north with Jen, and had dinner with my uncle. This was coolness, as it usually is. Talked to his not-girlfriend (snort) about her new pc in terms of "The little hard square things are called floppy disks." Managed not to bang head against table.
Enjoyed lemon rice soup, which only Greeks can make correctly. Do not challenge me on this. I will not be swayed.
Not the point. The point is, driving east on US 30, out my passenger side window, I spied...
A combination Baskin-Robbins/Dunkin Donuts.
With a Priscilla's behind it, in the same parking lot.
For the non-locals, this is ice-cream/donuts and sex toys. Together.
In Lake County.