Now I don't know about you but after a nice lunch and a schluffie, there's nothing in the world I want more than a Bungalow Bar. A Good Humor won't do and Mister Softee is dreck. It's got no flavor, no body, no nothing. The only thing Mister Softee has going for it is the company is owned by Bill Gates and somehow it made him the richest man in the world. This, I don't understand. But it proves my point. If you can sell a lousy cone with sprinkles for $1.87--when it's cold outside yet--you too can be a billionaire.
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Moshe--
you're mixing up Mister Softee and Microsoft again.
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