I don't like chocolate covered cherries.
It's because the cherries have got to be something other than a fruit. I can't see how those identically red and sickly sweet orbs could possibly be anything but plastic.
They ruin the chocolate.
The end.
Day-old Delaware Chickens
9 years ago
6 comments:
God shall smite thee for such impertinant blasphemies...
AAAhahahaha!
One might think God would agree with me, I mean, He made those poor cherries in the first place.
:-)
You are definitely not your father's daughter. One of the very few meeting memories I have is of him talking about how much he loves them. Oh well more for me and him :)
Haha, yes, you are right, W.C., in this instance I am not my father's daughter. But he still loves me. :)
I'm glad you are able to enjoy them.
I'd tell you to send all yours my way but, well, I'm on a diet. You can still send them to me, and I'll smell them before passing them off to Wesley.
Hahahaha
Ok, you've got yourself a deal.
I love torturing people...
AND
I get to make another person happy, both at the same time!
Can life get any better?
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