for your mutha-'ucking face!
ummmm,
but, like, i mean it.
check the teleport:
c'mon, neighbors.
you like it, right?
well,
you should.
black tea-laced little domes of dopeness,
with a hinty-hint of orange zest just barely suggesting that
there's a citrus secret hiding inside your mouth.
yeah.
activated just that extra bit more with orange icing
drizzlin' down and around the dents and ditches,
and a blop of fancy frosting on the tippity-topmost point-
an indented butthole swirly spike of sweet vanilla consideration,
just to make it expert.
y'know?
yep.
too many black tea treats?
no way.
i'm ON it, friends.
with intention and focus and determination,
i'm gonna make sure that too much remains the only acceptable amount.
it may seem like all i'm doing is showing off desserts you can't have,
but you could always stop by, too, y'know?
active participation has it's rewards,
and a lot of those have frosting on them.
real talk;
never quiet, never soft.....
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