remember remember.

jeez.
i put four posts up today.
i wonder what that's all about?
it's probably about these bonfire cookies for your big dumb face!
uh-huh.
guy fawkes jauns, in F*ing full effect, all damned day and night.
will there be hot fire this evening?
i hope so.
i've got wood, accelerant, and ignition,
so it seems likely i can activate some fuego before bedtime.
guys,
it's guy fawkes day!!
that's your boy guido on the go,
blowing up every dang thing.
i can't think of reason it should ever be forgot,
nor can i see any reason not to check the sunovab!tchin teleport:

bonfire BOOMfire for your butt!
is this expert?
i think it might be.
anonymous v for virtuous viking values buttery buttblasters for your belly!!
ha.
one crisp crawnchy circular sugar-style cookie would've been plenty,
but,
it's sandwich week,
and rules is rules.
so,
in-between each chocolate-chip powderkeg of anti-parliamentary hottness,
there's what i can only describe as a gentle shaved-chocolate-truffle-infused filling.
i mean it.
i grated the chocolate bars up, and that's the only hint of chocolate
in the otherwise creamy vanilla frosting squish therein.
it delicately melted in, and mellowed out,
and added just the right hint of gunpowder treason to my plot.
yup.
and since i would've really hated to just let 'em alone,
and because you all already know i love to take it all to eleven,
i cut that cocoa-dustable stencil, too,
and fired up your boy guy like i had a vendetta against plain-topped cookiewiches.
wu-TANG.
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neighbors,
this is how i span my time,
and these are the things i like.
fanciness is good for you;
treats are great for you;
chocolate is essential;
and celebrating is both necessary and luxurious.
i'll find causes to commemorate even if it kills me.
luckily,
i'll die of hyperglycemic overload before i run out of treats to bake.
today is the day-
it's an anniversary of sorts,
and it's a worthy F*ing adversary to pit myself against.
crabby has got to span the whole day with me,
at the tattzap shack,
and we'll see if he's up for it.
i've got work to do,
and sandwiches to invent,
and there's so much more than that, in small doses and tiny spaces.
it's all really happening,
and nearly none of it is easy.
it almost makes me want to explode some stuff.
i'll stuff myself until i explode instead.
smart;
never quiet, never soft.....