Why must you taste so amazing? Without you, I could avoid all sweets. Your creamy goodness makes my mouth happy but leaves my thighs huge. We’re talking wildebeest style. Yes, it’s a serious situation.
Please leave my house for good. You can also take along Pat’s never ending supply of Oreo cookies and hot fudge that I not only dabble but make it rain on top of you. It is getting to be nicer outside and I don’t want to walk my dog around the neighborhood with my booty shaking and not in a cool, getting low kind of way.
I’ll see you in the summer when I can’t deny the soft serve version of you on a hot hot day. In the meantime, I’ll be downing Skinny Cow ice cream and dreaming it’s the same taste.
It’s been real. Real delicious.