i mean,
sure,
i'm not exactly 100% on the nutrition facts,
but i do know that when i personally put one in my mouth,
the whole entire world seems more positive.
so, anyway,
peanut butter cookies are at the very least good for ME.
yeah.
the thing is, neighbors,
that there's no room in my life right now for a single peanut butter cookie.
i mean it.
no,
not because i'm overwhelmed.
nope.
not because i'm dieting, either.
huh?
no way, man-
it's because of the rules.
one peanut butter cookie is not a sandwich,
and it's motherF*ing sandwich week.
c'mon.
you knew that already.
relax.
i know my way through the treats and treaties of the occasion.
i'm sayin',
i invented it, didn't i?
that's right.
so, i did what anyone would do,
and i stacked a pair of those p'nutty buddies on top of each other,
with some sweet stuff in the middle!
yeah!
that counts, and holy crap-ola are they doooooooope.
check the teleport already:
wooohooooo.
hand-flattened peanut buttery crisp edged cookies,
with that smooth center section of sugary softness,
times two.
that's especially important, because more is always the objective.
and in-between?
duders,
i took what was let of my whoooooooopie pie filling,
and added that all-natural peanut butt' business,
and a little extra confectioners sugar, too.
and then i whipped the holy heck right outta the whole bowl,
until it was as light as air,
as rich as a billionaire,
and as gentle as a mother's touch, provided your ma doesn't beat you.
ummmm........ uh-huh.
so, once i had all that going on,
like a little cookiemeal muncher,
i knew it needed that little something(s) extra.
and besides,
too much is the right amount,
and that's the truth every time i'm making treats over here.
i had some of that chocolate creme hanging out from yesterday's little whirls,
and i thought to myself-
hey, albie,
chocolate and peanut butter sure do go great together,
and a doodieblop swirl would be an awfully cute little topper to these beige biscuits-
^^that's pretty much exactly how it happened.
and then, i got carried away,
and ringed the brown with beige,
and made pooping butthole frosting circles on my treats, guys!
don't let that ruin 'em for you.
they still taste terrific.
oh,
and i hit 'em up with a dusty dusting of cocoa,
just for that first melty mouthful of magic on your drooly fool of a face.
yup.
the cocoa is subtle, but now that i've had it, i would be sad without it.
that's how it always goes.
you can't miss what you never had,
you can only want it.
damn.
***********
there's a helluva lot of things left to do.
in fact,
i think i've got enough sandwich ideas to keep going for some time after the
allotted eight day span is exhausted.
huh?
woah.
take it down, there, fella.
i'm just sayin' i could do that,
not that i will.
i mean,
real talk-
even though i think sandwiches are pretty flippin' dreamy,
i'd LOVE to tune up a pizza right about now,
but, alas, rules is rules.
and the decree stands.
i've got tattoos to do,
and i've got stories to tell,
but tonight's the night,
in the same way today is the day.
(it always is, and they always are)
so when it's done,
and the evening is swinging towards fully be-nighted darkness,
there's a very firm and fully-developed feeling circulating
through this Folk Life & Liberty Fortress that
falafel friday may just have to pop off in it's fully resplendent
and objectively expert operationally-activated hottness.
wouldn't that be lovely?
yes, i know.
and that's why it's all really happening.
y'know?
it has to.
otherwise,
what's the point of any of it?
hard styles and a lot of bread are all i've got;
never quiet, never soft.....
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