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Death by Sugar

I, like most women, have terrible cravings. For some it’s chocolate, or sex, or a big fat bucket o’ fried chicken. While I crave all of those things like normal women (minus the fried chicken because I like not being a 300 lb mammoth), I am craving a red velvet cupcake. Not just any red velvet cupcake; The best fucking red velvet cupcake on the planet. Lots of frosting and garnished with white chocolate shavings. This cupcake probably causes the kind of orgasms that intern physicists get when listening to an audio loop of Neil Degrasse Tyson breathing.

“You like it when I talk dirty to you, don’t you??”

One of these days I will get that damn cupcake….

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