that's the number...
i mean it.
turns out,
my heterosexual other half,
the cucch,
already knows all about it-
and he took steps to make the magic happen....
for serious-
check the fourteen-for-fourteen-type teleport:
delivered to the tattbombin' studio,
so all the non-cookin' weak sauce waterbabies in there
could express their simultaneous confusion and envy.
i got a special present and they didn't,
and the present that i got,
they really wouldn't know what to do with.
neighbors!!
i'm gonna be the smoothest blender and chopper and processor
of all the quarts on quarts on quarts on quarts!
that's a big, sexy, fancy, fresh-to-death implement;
a turbo-charged elite appliance for foodstuff activation;
a high-intensity large-quantity piece of expert equipment,
and it lives in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress now,
thanks to the attentive actions of my best friend.
so good.
my kitchen gets better with a little help from my friends.
happy early berfday/happy belated XI-mas.
i can't wait to mush up a bunch of sh!t in it.
so many creamy soups,
so many velvety creme pies,
so much hummus,
and all of it starts now.
fourteen for fourteen is what's up;
never quiet, never soft.....
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