buns and dumps.

duders,
those cinnamon buns were SO expert!
with cinnamon-vanilla drizzled jizzle all over the tops?
c'mon.
i went light brown on the sugar inside 'em, too.
i dunno, yo, but it seemed like we all needed a little lightening up.
and we agreed that the sugar was the right way to start.
check the gooey, chewy, crusty, hot and sweet teleport:

yum4tum, my ninjas.
we had a breakfast worthy of the most savage of stormswept saturdays.
...
and it was a savage stormswept saturday, for sure.
i tattooed all flippin' day long.
yup.
snowbound heaps and heaps of creeps gettin' zapped-up and crapped-on
by the woodsly goodfellowship of warriors and poets.
i doo-doo that taking-it-out-on-someone-else-type sh!t.
i'm sorta like that when i'm tired,
and especially when the werewolfen fullness is flowing down from the moon.
it's almost there, too.
tomorrow is when the full-blown howling mayhem explodes,
but the lead in is no slouch either.
between the snow magic and the moonbeam activation,
we are all taking the berserker barbarian battle-beastliness to eleven.
hard.
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how do we close out a late night of active participation?
it's not easy.
i mean,
the cucch, and harvest, and maple, and elsah, and van were all busy all day, too.
for real,
a whole crew was out in the winter weather getting treats, and eats, and clothes an' that.
and i was bombing out the 'butter on some b!tchbags...
but i still came home to the new hottness.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
check the pan-asian teleport:

BOOM!
plumpy dumplings, neighbors.
my peoples get it poppin'.
me and my girlie-girls stuffed 'em all full and fat,
and then my ninja boiled, fried, and freaked-off the freshness with those
powerful pouches of pure, true, honest vegan deliciousness.
coming home to a houseful of really real ones, y'all.
it sure makes it easier to do it again.
*
i'm still tired,
and i'm still not sleeping,
and it's all still really happening.
easy sunday mornings get harder when you have to wake up and start shoveling...
and when i say wake up,
i mean, get out of bed and get shoveling.
awwwwww.
hard styles and cold water and thick billowy pillows of winter-type precipitation.
sunday, yo.
today is the day;
never quiet, never soft.....