I'd be happy to scrape candle wax off my table for a few weeks if it means I get to light my chandelier on fire. Bring it!
I'm changing my "lose weight" resolution to "eat ice cream for breakfast with a candle and sprinkles every day" promise. Shouldn't I do what makes me happy?
There is nothing not to love about this cake. The green is so fresh and modern and the little buildings are so elegant and perfectly handmade. I've never even been to Amsterdam and I'm smitten.
The amygdala has an especially tantalizing scent when singed.
Sometimes there just aren't any cakes to be had.
Wait, can skulls even bleed?
It's like drinking the bottle at both ends.