eve of the eve's eve...

eve of the eve's eve.
i said it.
the first eve is what i'm talkin' on, son.
like, as in, the first eve.
the temptress. or the tempted.
depending on who you ask.
i'm inclined to believe the former.
b!tches always get craaaazy
when a snake-length duder
is whispering sweet nothings at 'em.
real talk.
what i'm sayin' is-
i've got tempted temptresses over here.
and they're tempting me to bring the
werewolf to bear on the nutmeg nancypants.
we got vegan bake 'em-ups at the edge of the 'hood.
connecticut folks will know what i'm talking about.
i can't say it's anywhere near any woods that i've ever heard of,
and that makes my name for it much more accurate, ninjas.
but they've got a righteous kosher bakery
with molto meat and meat by-product free goodness.
they may not celebrate XI-mas,
but they can sure whip up a scone.
that makes vegan cake, cookies, and turnovers,
all somersaulting and turning over in my bellyhole.
sugar rush and rush and attack.
so good, i may even put on a yarmulke.
okay, probably not. ever.
but,
i will keep eating until i leave connecticut.
winter shark, winter gluttony, duders.
in a little minute,
we're headed BACK to cheshire,
this time armed with emeergenecy vegan vanilla cakee,
to compound the assault when wee collect the kids
and tune up another 'enother batch of emergency tofutti.
yum 4 tum, neighbors.
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house of chao.
that's the spot, kids.
if you're able to get some, you need some.
seriously.
and despite the 'almost-got-too-loud'
real life warrior berserker fury that
they almost brought on their own heads-
limiting the numbere of dumpling orders we could get!
for serious.
i've been going there for 20 flippin' years,
and duders are trying to infringe on my consumption?
c'mon.
what do i look like?
some kind of waterbaby resident?
no way.
the real-life woodsly snakecharms got brought out.
we got our increased dump count.
birthday rules were invoked, an' that.
(just not as many as we'd have liked.)
ironically,
that spot was exactly where i ate,
nine years prior,
right before we hit up the hospital to get
a specially delivered little maple star in the first place!
cycles,
circles,
spirits,
and memories.
it's happening.
even in the weak sauce of westville.
pepe's is next, ninjas.
infamous pizzeria napoletana
my pie count is dangerously low.
treats rectification, underway;
never quiet, never soft.....