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I have been lucky enough to attend three ice cream socials. If I recall at one event the host called upon the servers to "bring forth the Ark!" and at that bequest four young men in red felt carried upon their shoulders what can only be described as a sarcophagus of frozen dairy treats. Though in truth it reminded me of the Ark of the Covenant in Indiana Jones it was actually called the Ark for within were two of every flavor of ice cream. Before us was an orgy of every animal under Gods green heaven or whatever that saying might be. All these flavors copulating with one another was a little too much for my virgin palette. Ughh... rum raisin bumping up behind rocky road laying with rainbow sherbert. All the warmer liquids accumulating at the bottom and all the scoops just sitting in it like everything is right as rain. One scoop of strawberry please.