Attack
Yesterday, I was attacked by a cupcake. A simple birthday celebration at work quickly turned messy when my cupcake tried to commit suicide before letting me eat it alive. I saved the little bastard, but not before it covered my hands, arms, face, and pants with icing.
It was a damn good cupcake.
It was a damn good cupcake.
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pictures or it didn't happen.
why do you have to see to believe?
I bet you don't believe in the tooth fairy either, do you?
what kind of cupcake? I suddenly want a cupcake. I'm going to Whole Foods tonight to pick up a pizza for dinner, and the cupcakes are right by the pizza...I think we can all see where this is going.
It was a cupcake from Kroger, nothing fancy. Walmart makes some good cupcakes, but I'm sure whole foods does too. :)
A cupcake shop just opened around the corner. I think this post is going to make me go there.
Dammit...I HAD the cupcake, but I'm craving one now too.
I don't know if I want to go through that kind of drama again.
I didn't get a cupcake after all. I was standing right next to them, but I was strong. Well, not that strong. I bought a bag of fancy zingerman's chocolate bars instead.
Yeah, that's not really strong at all, Mary. That's just distracted.
-mo
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