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[hugitoutbiatch]

Alright, you got me.

Never thought I'd say this, but...

What I'd really like to do is go home and hammer the wife until she can't see straight, reiterate to my sweet baby girl the fact that she can't date until she's forty and menopausal, and bribe my son with transformers.

Barring that, I want somebody who can make a goddamn decent French roast.

Comments

[passionforshoes]

I disagree. The French didn't do so bad with the pastries.

[hugitoutbiatch]

There's a reason why a Danish is called a Danish and not a Frog-pie, toots.

[passionforshoes]

Then what's your excuse for the éclair, pumpkin?

[hugitoutbiatch]

A fucked up Boston Cream, snookums.

[kingofatlantis]

Who else? Y'pissed off the magical fairy population, n'now they won't share. There's not really anyone to blame but yourself.