B.F.D.

breakfast for dinner, duders.
we doo-doo that flipmode sh!t.
y'wanna know why?
because we're experts.
and that's not for jokes, jerks.
check the inverted mealtimeline teleport:

yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
we got those chocolatey chips stuffed up inside of some double-buttery-style
baller-A* man-sized panniecakes!
yeah!
with cranberry activational compote sauce,
and maple syrup,
and some super-fresh hottness and baconish-stripped-out tofu scramble jauns?
believe it.
we're the kind of hard-style heroes who know how to get rad with our food.
uh-huh.
nothing says just be dope like a big manly pan full of fake eggs.
teleport:

simmering in it's own spicy nutrients,
including the nootch, neighbors-
(yeah, cucchie, i'll give it to you...delicious)
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it's harvest and maple's last night in town for a while.
awwwwwwwww, man!
remember, y'all-
it's always important to appreciate the time we've spanned together, y'heard?
yep.
because it's all really happening, even when it seems like it's stopping.
ninjas,
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress is soaking in the last reverent remnants
of epic active participation and professional warrior poetry.
tonight is the night.
and we're slaking our thirst for family funtimes by the shark-gluttonous mouthful.
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spoiler alert, mutha-b!tches:

yes, indeed, kids.
those ARE cinnamon buns proofing in my fridge until tomorrow morning.
parting is gonna actually be sweet as well as sorrowful.
we'll be filling the trunk,
filling our faces,
filling the tank,
and emptying out of the woodsly goodness.
connecticut is calling to us,
like a soul-sucking hard-hearted siren,
waiting for us to wreck on the nutmeg state line.
we're ready for that,
and we'll be singing out loud to our own soundtrack instead.
get ready, or not, but here we come;
never quiet, never soft.....