that's a fact.
and blondies are just amazing brownies without the brown.
also,
if you can't hang out with chocolate peanut butter fudge,
you might be an A*-hole.
but-
what do you think would happen if all three of those things
had a blood-sugar sex orgy of triple-stacked three-tiered hottness
all at once, in the same place at the same time?
i dunno,
but i bet you'd want to put it all up inside your F*ing face!
check the tempestuous temptation teleport:
all the good parts,
all of the time.
that's just the way that me and the cucch get expert.
too many things is the right number of things.
recognize.
***********
ugh.
oh MAN, my ninjas-
saturday is never all that great once you're a real-life responsible adult.
once you don't watch many cartoons or have weekends off,
it's just a day full of smug F*ers who are taking it extra-easy
just because they can,
while we worthy warriors wallow in the workday weak-sauce
of just another inexplicably shallow, hollow, underrewarding mire of pure sh!t.
i assure you,
i am unavoidably supposed to be here today.
awwwww, man.
another 'nother long day of tattbombing and keeping hate in my heart.
there's hard styles hanging out here in the studio,
and adversarial activation abounding.
there's more of that sort of thing than i've had in years,
but i'm better than ever at taking it out on other people.
today is the day, again.
nature wins,
and nurture has the day off;
never quiet, never soft.....
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