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Eating ice cream in Richmond, whilst wearing an Essendon singlet.

Could anything be finer?

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Carola said…
Great shot, how the boys sit, how they eat, how they look. I sceam you sceam we all sceam for ice cream! I really like that scream. And yesterday we enjoyed ice cream in Buenos Aires. Have you ever heard that Argentina is famous for ice cream?
Tom said…
when was the last time they swept under their splinter benches? I just had some ice cream, but it is well below freezing here.
thanks for the hit of summer yum! can use that right now as I look out the window to endless swirling snow - but it does resemble vanilla ice cream.
femminismo said…
Lovely boys. I tried ice cream this evening, but it's too cold. In Oregon, right now, it's a little drippy and cool.
Roddy said…
Another premiership for the Bombers!
I thought the kid on Henrys' left was Pinocchio at first, but then, no, a small child growing a rhinoceros tusk. once my vision cleared I could of course see that it is the one and only Ezra with his face in an ice-cream cone.
Roddy said…
Sorry for the small O in once.
Kris McCracken said…
Carola, my wife has enjoyed ice creams in Buenos Aires. I believe that she rate the Tucumán ice creams more highly, however.
Kris McCracken said…
Tom, you can't get good help these days. I blame convicts.
Kris McCracken said…
Mouse, don't eat the snow!
Kris McCracken said…
Femminiso, they eat ice cream in Prague at zero degrees out.

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