I know that’s it’s barely even Sunday at this point, but forgive me because lately, if Martin Lawrence were to play me in a movie about my life as a detective living in Miami with three children named Quincy, Megan, and James it would look a lot like this. In other words, I’ve been busy and now I can feel you rolling your eyes because you’re like, “Who is too busy to ejaculate into the ass of low-to-mid-range consumerist goods?”
So, when I say busy I mean that I have a queue of shit that I love that I’ve been methodically working on reviewing because I want to do it right instead of throwing out a low-brow dick joke and calling it a day. This also means that I avoid the task altogether and melt 4 chocolate bars down into an electric wok so that I can dip pretzel sticks into it and eat my feelings. This is called progress.
Speaking of eating my feelings, one time, I made cupcakes that looked like spaghetti and meatballs which is kind of gross but then really delicious once you realize it’s all made of candy. This gift of disgust followed by immediate delight is what I have to offer, now and forever:
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I think I’m actually more into the cupcakes being made of spaghetti and meatballs. Now I want a meaty cupcake.
They look delightful… honestly mouth watering…. I suppose that the thought of sugar makes me drool so I should back up LOL