...or how my belly and I are no longer friends (or at least until breakfast).
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Aprés-Frolic Rolling Pin, 12:30-ish.
There was harmony. And rejoicing. And donuts.
Me: Mmmmmmm, cinnamon donut!
Belly: Mmmmmm, cinnamon donut!
1 hour later, at home...
Me: Ack! Belly, what's with the heartburn?
Belly: You fed me something I didn't like, and I'm not telling you what.
Me: Settle down, I've got work to do. Have some more coffee.
1 hour later...
Me: Ugh... why do my burps still taste like cinnamon?
Belly: I don't like cinnamon!
Me: What? Bullshit! You smarten up.
1 hour later...
Belly: I DON'T LIKE CINNAMON! @n@ BAWW!
Me: OSHT WHYYYYYY :C
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