we know how to bake it up like champions.
the first below-freezin' evenin'?
we brought the mutha-F*ing hottness, ninjas.
apples and maple syrup,
and brown sugar, and vanilla,
and cinnamon, and nutmeg, and allspice,
a pinch of iodized sodium chloride to keep it savory,
and a dash of cloves, a sprankle of ginger,
a dashing splash of apple-type juice,
and mace, y'all.
that's a thing.
add it all up,
cook it in a pot,
stir it around with a furious slurry of starch to
thicken the plot in the pot an' that,
and then cookie-crumb crumble that dutch-style hard-style
oatmeal magic all over the tippity-top...
...and then go right ahead and check the teleport:
when it's time to get it poppin',
me and the cucch do what needs doing.
we always have, and we always do.
(we also know how to power down some quantities...SON!)
great big steaming dreamy heaping helpings of hottness,
from the oven to our faces, in sweet shovelfuls,
covered in whipped-creamy kind of stuff.
neighbors,
you really should've been here.
i mean,
flavorful freshness was getting activated
in each and every single direction,
up, down, north, west, ALL the angles got covered,
all dang day and into the dark dang night.
for staying home and being less-expert,
you just might be stoopidheads a little.
awwwwwwwww.
but maybe not necessarily in a bad way?
y'know,
like really good stoopidheads.
ummmm.
is that even a real thing?
i sure hope so.
(mostly for your sake, stoopidhead.)
***********
it's the weekend's precipice for worthy warriors
of woodsly goodsly imposing composition and
disdainful dispositions an' that.
what i mean is,
i've got some tattbombing to inititate,
and then two whole days to do whatever i can,
as hard as i can, in the hardest-style that i can,
before it's back to the weak-sauce waterbath
of tepid teamwork and smelly team spirit.
where's my ninjas at?
we've got to get busy getting busy!
i'm ready,
and i'm waiting;
never quiet, never soft.....
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