i drool over bakerella regularly,
she makes the cutest deserts handsdown.

a pancake cake? i've lurked online for a good picture of this for years.

bitch wins my heart.

hundredth post.

every time i read aidsvertising my brain produces the cum of a million alpha males, then it's rapidly followed by the buyers remorse of a bad lay upon realization that i am merely the reader, and not the producer of this shit.

dear twitter,

it doesn't matter that i hate the concept of you,

you have the cutest error message ever and that's all that matters.

BEST.

this enables me to have sweetdreams at night.

as an intermission between hates i will give a written mad props, high five, gold star, A+, big ups, and shout out to the greek god of foods; pancakes.

entirely different from a roman pancake on urbandictionary.com you jerks.

seriously though, pancakes are literally an oracle amongst breakfast foods. even when less fluffy and more dense like a clammy hand, they taste delicious when cold.

you, fluffy as a cloud, and piled high the to the sky,

you are everything that is right with the world.

everyone from luchadors to lepers can appreciate a good pancake

although somehow google has failed me, and apparently sumos, luchadors, nor wrestlers eat pancakes, or at least do not take photographic evidence of such events. i'm pretty mad about it actually - oh ! better keep the mood of this entry light and airy; LIKE A PANCAKE !!!

one can only assume this man is a wrestler.

think of the potential. think of how obedient his wife is.


im fairly adamant about wanting to marry this man.

my hate of children is overpowered by my love of immense things in this picture.

ie: big things !

and this little piggy was made out of batter and digested squee squee squee all the way to my bowels.