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Ice cream death

Guiseppe the ever popular ice cream man is doing his rounds
one sunny afternoon.

As he pulls into the estate, he passes PC Plod, beeps his
horn and gives him a wave, to which PC Plod waves back and
shouts 'Afternoon Guiseppe!'

He watches as the van pulls up and the music starts. In a flash
all of the kiddies on the estate are running over to get their
ices.

After about 30 seconds, PC Plod hears a load of screams,
and as he turns around he sees all of the kids running from
the ice cream van, crying and shouting 'Guiseppe!!
Guiseppe!!'.

Plod is a bit worried so runs over to the van and leans over
the counter to see what is going on.....to his horror, Guiseppe
is lying on the floor of the van, covered in hundreds &
thousands, raspberry sauce and with a flake sticking out
of each nostril...

PC Plod gets on his radio to the station, 'Sarge, Sarge'
he shouts..

'What is it Plod?' replies the Sarge

'It's Guiseppe....You'll never believe
what's happened to Guiseppe...' he cries down
the radio

'What's happened..'asks Sarge

'He's topped himself!' says Plod