I will NEVER forgive him.

So, I'm in Taiwan for the holidays and I come across this multilingual ice cream vendor. He seems sincere and friendly, so I got some good ole sweet frozen cow lactation from him...

Now, it was no Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla. In fact, it was the worst "ice cream" I'd ever had. I paid for ice cream, but rather, I received a man-handled stale ice cream cone with tacky malleable vanilla goop, garnished with a three inch pubic hair. Yum. Now, I'm no hairy orangutan, but if I'm not mistaken, I believe that's rather long. I feel hurt and confused. I trusted this man.

I don't think I'll ever be able to trust the Turks again.

It's alright, though. Shortly after, I snatched this little rascal.

The owner be side-eyeing me...

Look how photogenic we look.