Ice Cream
The weather is so hot an egg could be fried on the path.
Milkman Ted to his girl - "In ice-cream I will fill your bath.
It will be pasteurized because pasteurized is best."
Said she "I’ll be happy if it comes up to my chest."
Now his girlfriend is much sweeter, that was the aftermath.
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