The girl has on her zombie-killing shirt, and mom is okay with that, proud, even. The weapons must be in her backpack. It’s not a neat process: a blow to the head with an ax or a chainsaw is recommend. I’m squeamish so I’ll walk past quickly.
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People are supposed to look at this odd combination and say, cool things put together. Mr. Softee is literally cool and ironically cool. It’s totally uncool and doofy, those cakey and taste-free cones with sprinkles. If H&M and Mr. Softee were people, H&M would not give Mr. Softee a minute of its time.