drank heavily on friday

so much so i was recovering all of saturday pretty much.

sometime around 5pm saturday i realized that it was still

100 degrees in hollywood and i would like some ice cream

but for some reason my home had no ice cream.

i looked in the freezer and said whos freezer are you

for if you were truly tony pierce’s youd have a variety of frozen treats

up in hurr.

the wide selection of pops in the fridge agreed.

a portion of sunday was dedicated to rectifying that situation

and the ones in the cupboards

and vaults.