What's with this mint chocolate chip nonsense? Ice cream that amplifies the likelihood of fumbling towards a state of complete nirvana and general one-ness with the universe while residing in Minnesota, where the women are strong, the men are also good looking, and all the children are above average.
Other aids: soft drinks referred to as "pop" and rubber bands as "binders", the game "Duck, Duck, Grey Duck" (as opposed to "Duck, Duck, Goose").
All these things make Minnesotans supposedly nicer than anyone else in the country.
How 'bout some peppermint bon bon ice cream dontcha know?