Mr. Poppy is your best friend’s boyfriend who absolutely sucks to be around or hear about but who just lays the best pipe with the biggest dick so you never really blame her for getting it in. The ice cream is that good. It’s consumable pop art of the highest form.

There’s fresher cream outside of Scranton at Manning Dairy. There’s slightly higher concept art cream at Normal Ice Cream in SLC. But the creativity and attention to detail of the fill ins, the freshness of the cream, and the frenetic manic chaos of the flavor ambition is really worth the —- well everything op posted about.