rising and shining, all early a.m.,
getting ready for the party.
or is it a shindig?
who knows?
what i do know is,
even unfrosted,
these huge cupcakes are what's up:
c'mon.
that's ninja, my ninjas.
y'heard?
this way, even underneath the frosting,
there's still another 'nother layer of dopeness,
before the moist and cake base.
yeah!
chocolate ones for the party peoples,
and plain pattycakes for all my personal peoples.
same with those cookies, kids.
original baseline industry-standard rock blocks,
in plastic, to preserve freshness on this damp wet day.
the patented professional poetry of barbarian baking.
but y'all know i was mixing up some other other ones, too.
the toothsome goobieblop brown blocks,
kicked up to eleven.
mocha chocolate chip blocks of non-stop rockin'.
we've got fancy-type styles for everybody.
double aluminum protection, too.
that's to hold in the coffee-infused flav', neighbors.
if you're weren't invited,
well,
you are definitely missing out.
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it's haircut day!
the whole dang gang is getting groomed up.
back-to school trimming,
beard mowing,
and general scalpline maintenance.
we're pampering our follicles, duders.
i'd better start treat mine a little better, i suppose,
since my strands are leaving me stranded.
some hot oil help and a little stimulation is in order,
so maybe they'll stop jumping ship on my dome.
i'm not holding out much hope, really.
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the weather eats it.
but we eat treats.
who is winning?
we are.
and not for nothin', mutha-'uckas,
but just wait until you see the custom expert frosting.
homemade strawberry?
with expensive-A* hippie freeze-dried essence jauns?
and vegan german chocolate shavings on top?
the weather can't cloud that kind of sugary sunshine, son.
SON!
it's really happening.
lugubrious days off and all;
never quiet, never soft.....
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