Monday, January 29, 2007

From The Container...

"Imperial Cinnamon Spread"
"Delicious on Toast, Pancakes and Waffles"
"May be used as a Tart or Cake Filling"

Or injected straight into my veins.

This shit is like crack. Surgery sweet, flavorful crack.
Forget cocaine. I would do lines of this stuff off the stripper's ass instead.

The containers are tiny. Like a dime bag of tasty delight. They are airtight, but I swear I can smell that stuff from a mile away. Ladies? Forget whatever shit Calvin Klein has pumped out for perfume. Dab a bit of this behind your ears (and knees) and it'll drive all the guys crazy.

I'm going to stop now, I'm starting to scare myself.


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