frosting.

frosting is the key to success.
that's real.
got some treats?
they're good, too?
terrific.
but good isn't good enough is it?
no way, neighbors.
if we wanna make 'em expert,
and take 'em to eleven,
what do we do about doo-dooing that?
word up.
we just add a sh!tpile of frosting.
duh.
and it really works!
check the teleport:

c'mon.
am i right or am i right?
i mean, right?
frosting in a triple-stacked circle.
goobieblops in a smaller buttholier circle,
and another 'nothe rim around the bottom.
totally flippin' expert.
oh,
and cinnamony sweet apples under all that frosting,
on top of a genuine old lady-type coffee crumb cake underneath.
yuuuuuup.
baked greats are what i'm about,
and finishing moves involving frosting are how i go about it.
really real life sometimes uses vegan cream chee' to activate
all the superfancies and the unnecessaries.
uh-huh.
i'm as surprised as y'all are,
but it seems that it's definitely a genuine thing.
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hey, duders-
y'know what happened when sandwich week ended?
yep.
i ordered a mutha-F*ing sandwich.
of course.
teleport:

hummus and avocado, and focaccia, all the stuffs.
mmmhmmmm.
a store-bought encore,
for my fat flippin' face.
awwwww, man.
i can't help it, kids.
i just hate goodbyes.
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it's negative degrees still,
and i'm feeling fairly negatively about that.
mountain air hurts when it's sharpened by wind,
and tempered by temperature,
and slicing through my skin.
ouch.
i'm so cold, i don't even know what to do...
i'm probably gonna need more frosting;
never quiet, never soft.....