TreSwank
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A couple days ago, whilst sitting by my lonesome, and enjoying the mundane scenery of my workplace's employee cafeteria, I was hit by a sensual revelation - the kind that I could only liken unto a burning bush, or some highly-anticipated comet that comes once every generation. I mean, it was pretty goddam intense. I reached out to grasp my napkin, but instead, felt the cold, frothy meringue, on top of my slice of lemon pie. Now, I didn't put enough pressure on the meringue to actually break through the surface........it was more like the ginger way you might pat a kid on the head after a kickass Little League perfomance. The meringue felt like a cold tit, and I got a little bit excited. "Holy SHIT" I said to myself - this feels kinda nice. When I patted the meringue again, I had already formed the rock-solid opinion that Sara Lee would become my new Penthouse. I mean, if you would have felt the texture of this meringue, you might very well have shot a load of hot, thick jism into your Fruit-of-the-Loom's. I seriously thought about inviting everyone over to my table, just to touch this meringue. That night, I locked myself in the bathroom for five hours, and couldn't stop fantasizing about the meringue's, beaten egg-white and sugar awesomeness. Now, is this something you guys have also experienced? Feel free to share.
< Message edited by TreSwank -- 12/20/2006 10:40:40 AM >
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