A few weeks ago, these brownies...well not *these* brownies, but some others...flecked with unbaked brownie mix and crunchy from overcooked chocolate chips, made our snow days much sweeter. Stuck in the house because of icy roads and other drivers who don't know how to drive in the snow (mostly those), we wrote and played with Ugly Fat Kid and worked on...well, actually we didn't work on shit.
But made brownies.
For breakfast on the second day, the Fry Cook dunked a piece of brownie in his skunky beer. He smiled at me sweetly through a toothless grin. And then he made the sad face when I told him that he had actually eaten baby poop. Sigh.
OMG, I can't believe I found this blog. Best. Post. Ever. I am writing through my tears and they are dripping on my keyboard and almost shorting it out, plus making the screen all blurry but they are tears of happiness, almost as happy as when I have a plate heaped with bacon in front of me and bacon grease dripping down my chin.
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Pure f***ing poetry.
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