Everyday Yeah one-thousand three-hundred and seventy-seven

The side of the building was filled with a painting of my friend face. I went inside my friend’s face to look for ice cream. I did not enjoy the flavor options. A dove bar was decaying under the tears of the sore feet of a cashier on a fifteen minute break. Yeah approached the cashier and asked him to lift his foot. The cashier would not lift his foot. Yeah tried to pry the wooden stick from the decay. The cashier slapped the back of Yeah’s head. I suggested we leave my friend’s face. I drank no ice cream for a thousand years.