I know my titles make no damn sense, but neither do my blogs….so in a strange opposing sense of idiosyncratic ideology my titles, being as strange as my written prose, makes perfect and complete sense with the text i produce.
So we had a totally rockin’ bake sale today. and i found out something very integral about my being, i couldn’t bake cookies to save a childs life. Sorry there little Timmy, but if that mean man with the gun decides that a cake is proper compensation for your life than your pretty much screwed. I know i know you were going to be an Inside Out Batman this year for Halloween but right now ole Brocy’s culinary ability doesn’t stack up to stale shit and you are getting jacked.
