i think i'm onto something.
hmm?
yeah,
a little special secret sumthin'-type jauns,
for all our collective faces.
well,
all the faces without chocolate, wheat, or nut allergies.
those faces have to kinda F* off this time around.
but, for real, neighbors,
i made a new thing.
and i'm pretty sure it's an expert addition to the roster
of baked-up betterments for these barbarian battlements.
no?
hold on, kids-
before you get bored and act dumb,
check the teleport:
yeah.
pie crusts cut into small circles, folded over, and pinched shut,
wait,
like dessert dumplings?
wordimus prime!
that's exactly F*ing right.
chocolaty coconut candy filling on the left,
chocolaty walnut crumble filling on the right,
with drizzle and dips in dark chocolate respectively.
uh huh.
i'm taking the treats game up another 'nother level.
i rep eleven as the baseline for being better than the best.
is it working?
ummmm,
i dunno, actually.
i'd like to think so,
but i might actually be too smart for that.
awwwwwwwwwwwww.
but,
those little two-bite crescents are damn good tasting, anyway.
**********
there's no question i'm forever bad at girls,
but i'm unrivaled at being good at people.
and when girls are being themselves,
they're dangerously close to being people.
yup.
and the way i interpose myself between the overacting reactions
of everyday people and the overreactive actions of a self-propelled
active participant in really-real hard styles life?
yeah.
i'm at my absolute most proficient.
when there are responsibilities to assume,
i'm good for it,
but when there's worsts to assume?
i'm made for it.
i speak fluently in the tongue of true terribility.
yeah.
that's a thing.
real life documentarianism is what i'm doing.
i promise not to rewrite history to make the victors seem heroic,
or the losers look like villains.
the good guys don't usually win.
rules is rules;
never quiet, never soft.....
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