cupcakes are nice, especially chocolate cupcakes, i like them a lot, i wish i had a cupcake now, yay cupcakes!!!! Do you like cupcakes? They are like happy emotions all in a single small cake that I love :D
I wonder what flavour of cupcake they will invent next, probably something unusual.
mmm sometimes people sit next to you and wait until they need to fart, then right before they squeeze it out they cup they’re hand around their asshole and catch the fart in there hand and open it up in your face, notice the mmmat the start, sarcasm.
hahahahaha yummyist food ever. cupcakes make me happy when im said make me sad when im happy cause of all the calories!!! hahahaha i love tgese damn tricky beasts from hell!!!
It was so moist in my mouth. Pulpy, yet together. Most people hate those words, but I love describing you like that. To myself, I guess. Maybe it makes you uncomfortable. Maybe I should stop. But to me, those little details are the icing that makes my mouth water. May I taste you one more time? Please?
The memory of sparklers on my fourth of July birthday, of stars exploding in the sky on a day that’s musky with the smell of gunpowder and smoke. It’s a delicious sort of day, the day that some people like to call my sharing of birth with the nation. Frankly, I think that’s bull shit. I hate having a birthday on the fourth of July because when I was little, it was easy to lie to me and say that they were shooting fireworks because it was /my/ birthday
but now i’m not so gullible
and i know that this piece of shit cupcake is the only thing that’s really mine.
the cupcake was on the plate in the centre of the table, no one was to touch, smell it or even look at it. my mother was in the kichen making more so I decided it was time to act, I quickly grabbed the cupcake and shoved it in my mouth. when my mother walked in I was already long gone and it all got blamed on the dog.
Cupcake is a dog I once knew, said Mittens the not so Kittens. Yeah, he hung out with me back before he was a popular dog. Yah know he was knighted by Miss Kitty of Dewestern Civilization?
Since then, he hobknobs with the big dogs while I sit on the porch. Sigh.
I don’t like em. Maybe I do. I don’t really care for cakes, but a minicake… I’m even more indifferent about. So airy. I want more density in my food. I always felt bad on my birthday because of this. People buy you cakes and you’re only response is thanks, then you throw it away when they’re gone.
A delicous prize for growing another year older. It is baked then topped with a delicious frosting all for you. But your mom bought 20 and shared them with all your friends. Aren’t you feeling special now. Thanks Mom! :D
Cupcakes! Oh my jesus, I haven’t had a cupcake in a long time!
Gosh, I really want a vanilla cupcake with some sort of coconut flavored icing alongside a delicious front-porch drink preferably with vodka and sweet tea.
well, i saw it sitting in the pantry and i wondered “how old is this thing?” but i was really hungry, and really curious, and really didn’t care. so i picked up the hardened cake and took a bite. it was still moist! then i saw this black thing crawl out of the pores. it had legs and it smiled at me.
there was a boy who had blue hair and he looked like a cupcake. my sister always makes the frosting blue when she brings those things to school for her friends, so i think thats why i thought of it. one time i made a cupcake and put a pickle in the center and gave it to my mom.
you’re my cupcake. my delicious, sweet cupcake. my old, dull, stale cupcake. no matter how much i forget of you, you come back in my mind. i get cravings for you, your tenderness, your love. but i disposed of you once, and now you’re gone.
tasty icing slides so smooth and sugary that i start to feel guilty for why i haven’t been to the gym but a few times in recent weeks. damn rain is my obstacle for bike commuting. excuses, excuses, excuses. i have nothing but….just doing the thing the body and mind needs. maybe this is the answer: eat the cupcake; go to the gym. no guilt, no fear. do. be. live both sides free of pressure.
megan makes cupcakes, i dont know why the rage is so big about them . yeah there good but they are just cup cakes, i saw a meat loaf and potatoe cupcake recipe. gross, whats the big deal with cupcakes. thats all i can think about there was a carrot cake cup cake today at work, i wanted it, but itw as the last one adn i didnt fell like asking anyone if i could have it. i should have just takend it, i would reather have a muffin in a cup cake shape, or how abou the giant cupcake baking pan that you stack the top on the bottom after coooking, and then ice it, that sounds better than a mini cupcake that you have to end up eating 10 of them for it even to be worth it. the little bastards are probably 200 calories a piece, id rather spend 200 calories on a 1/4 of a crunchwrap supreme, or a chocolate icecream with bananas. mmm. afing toilet, how much do toilets cost? 200 -99? i hope its not much. i told him the damn thing was leaking, but its always has to be his idea
I made cupcakes yesterday. Half of them came out good, and the other had sunken tops. You could put golf balls in them, although that wouldn’t taste very good.
cupcake. innocence in the form of immediate pleasure. i smile as i bite into the untouched treat. it was incredible. all i can visualize is white frosting with bright rainbow sprinkles. the cupcake is yellow, vanilla that is. not as white as the smile on my face, though.
I really wanted an apple spice cupcake. My pantry was empty. I couldn’t make one. So I zipped to the store, bought a box of Duncan Hines and proceeded to make the cupcakes. My oven wouldn’t work. What luck!
they are soft and sweet. and fantastique. they come in flavors like chocolate, strawberry, and they have sprinkles and flour and baking soda. they are great with ice cream and in the summer by the pool. late at night with horror movies.
Sweet frosting. She hated it. Everyone never gave the cupcake its just due – plain, without so much crap on top. She always scraped it off, no matter what kind – Betty Crocker or fancy buttercream. Cupcakes gave her the kind of satisfaction one got when consuming a small square of deliciousness. Short but sweet.
cupcakes
my sister makes them
she makes them pretty well too.. although most of the time the batter is store bought.. but she sure knows how to decorate them
i could use a cupcake now
my sister is actually really talented
i was telling people that.. that my sister had just suddenly spurted into this person i dont know cuz she’s so … smart ? ? :O
I touched her face as we moved toward her bed, our embrace full of what all lovers’ feel, except something on the floor… from the party the night before. I hadn’t had time to clean, and the squishing sensation sickened me. Was it from her dog? I looked down at the squashed cupcake as we fell in sweet sugary passion, and our hearts beat as one as our
there was light pink icing spread carelessly all over her nose. She was all smiles and giggles. His little princess. His life. The doctors said this was the last of her birth
razzle dazzle cupcake
sprinkles sparkles, let’s take
four pink cupcakes with soft pink cream
one for you, and three for me.
stars and flowers dance on top of
purple icing, yellow gumdrops
The only cupcake I would eat
Is way too big, is way too sweet.
When he called me cupcake it took everything in me not to deck him across the face. Its one of those awful lil’ pet names he likes to give me that drives me insane. Its always the ones that are about food that really just irk me. Why can’t he be satif
An open letter to any guy in a bar, three sheets to the wind, looking to get laid:
Kind sir,
Please do not EVER use these names for me before ACTUALLY learning mine. And if our interaction happens to last longer than this hazy, drunken moment, tread lightly. The change-over will not be quick. This I can promise you.
Kindly,
The girl who hates pick-up lines and sleezy pet-names.
She licked the frosting from her upper lip…pink tongue swiping side to side. He watched fascinated as she continued to eat down through the cake, crumbs dropping in tiny piles on the table. She sighed in pure happiness
Darling, cuppycake.
are you alright?
You’ve taken quite a fall,
I must make sure you are all
here and take care of you
please, tell me you’re point of view.
How different your world must look
from the height of a crook…
a crook on the floor,
you’ve fallen, don’t ask for more.
Cute little daughter of mine,
tell me what you want me to do, don’t whine.
Cupcake. My luscious cupcake with rose petals. I love you. Still do because I don’t know how to stop myself. Why is the Universe continually sending cupcakes and everything else to do with you my way?
cupcakes are nice, especially chocolate cupcakes, i like them a lot, i wish i had a cupcake now, yay cupcakes!!!! Do you like cupcakes? They are like happy emotions all in a single small cake that I love :D
I wonder what flavour of cupcake they will invent next, probably something unusual.
mmm sometimes people sit next to you and wait until they need to fart, then right before they squeeze it out they cup they’re hand around their asshole and catch the fart in there hand and open it up in your face, notice the mmmat the start, sarcasm.
hahahahaha yummyist food ever. cupcakes make me happy when im said make me sad when im happy cause of all the calories!!! hahahaha i love tgese damn tricky beasts from hell!!!
It was so moist in my mouth. Pulpy, yet together. Most people hate those words, but I love describing you like that. To myself, I guess. Maybe it makes you uncomfortable. Maybe I should stop. But to me, those little details are the icing that makes my mouth water. May I taste you one more time? Please?
The memory of sparklers on my fourth of July birthday, of stars exploding in the sky on a day that’s musky with the smell of gunpowder and smoke. It’s a delicious sort of day, the day that some people like to call my sharing of birth with the nation. Frankly, I think that’s bull shit. I hate having a birthday on the fourth of July because when I was little, it was easy to lie to me and say that they were shooting fireworks because it was /my/ birthday
but now i’m not so gullible
and i know that this piece of shit cupcake is the only thing that’s really mine.
happy fourth of july.
the cupcake was on the plate in the centre of the table, no one was to touch, smell it or even look at it. my mother was in the kichen making more so I decided it was time to act, I quickly grabbed the cupcake and shoved it in my mouth. when my mother walked in I was already long gone and it all got blamed on the dog.
Cupcake is a dog I once knew, said Mittens the not so Kittens. Yeah, he hung out with me back before he was a popular dog. Yah know he was knighted by Miss Kitty of Dewestern Civilization?
Since then, he hobknobs with the big dogs while I sit on the porch. Sigh.
I don’t like em. Maybe I do. I don’t really care for cakes, but a minicake… I’m even more indifferent about. So airy. I want more density in my food. I always felt bad on my birthday because of this. People buy you cakes and you’re only response is thanks, then you throw it away when they’re gone.
A delicous prize for growing another year older. It is baked then topped with a delicious frosting all for you. But your mom bought 20 and shared them with all your friends. Aren’t you feeling special now. Thanks Mom! :D
small wonderful portable marvel. delicious moist versitile splendor. Love in your hand.
Cupcakes! Oh my jesus, I haven’t had a cupcake in a long time!
Gosh, I really want a vanilla cupcake with some sort of coconut flavored icing alongside a delicious front-porch drink preferably with vodka and sweet tea.
american nonsense.
well, i saw it sitting in the pantry and i wondered “how old is this thing?” but i was really hungry, and really curious, and really didn’t care. so i picked up the hardened cake and took a bite. it was still moist! then i saw this black thing crawl out of the pores. it had legs and it smiled at me.
there was a boy who had blue hair and he looked like a cupcake. my sister always makes the frosting blue when she brings those things to school for her friends, so i think thats why i thought of it. one time i made a cupcake and put a pickle in the center and gave it to my mom.
you’re my cupcake. my delicious, sweet cupcake. my old, dull, stale cupcake. no matter how much i forget of you, you come back in my mind. i get cravings for you, your tenderness, your love. but i disposed of you once, and now you’re gone.
fluffy little pillows of goodness, covered in summertime. Sprinkled with sugary joy…you are my cupcake, Martha.
tasty icing slides so smooth and sugary that i start to feel guilty for why i haven’t been to the gym but a few times in recent weeks. damn rain is my obstacle for bike commuting. excuses, excuses, excuses. i have nothing but….just doing the thing the body and mind needs. maybe this is the answer: eat the cupcake; go to the gym. no guilt, no fear. do. be. live both sides free of pressure.
megan makes cupcakes, i dont know why the rage is so big about them . yeah there good but they are just cup cakes, i saw a meat loaf and potatoe cupcake recipe. gross, whats the big deal with cupcakes. thats all i can think about there was a carrot cake cup cake today at work, i wanted it, but itw as the last one adn i didnt fell like asking anyone if i could have it. i should have just takend it, i would reather have a muffin in a cup cake shape, or how abou the giant cupcake baking pan that you stack the top on the bottom after coooking, and then ice it, that sounds better than a mini cupcake that you have to end up eating 10 of them for it even to be worth it. the little bastards are probably 200 calories a piece, id rather spend 200 calories on a 1/4 of a crunchwrap supreme, or a chocolate icecream with bananas. mmm. afing toilet, how much do toilets cost? 200 -99? i hope its not much. i told him the damn thing was leaking, but its always has to be his idea
I made cupcakes yesterday. Half of them came out good, and the other had sunken tops. You could put golf balls in them, although that wouldn’t taste very good.
Who doesn’t love a good cupcake?
No one.
Everyone loves a good cupcake.
And bad cupcakes….they’re still okay.
cupcake. innocence in the form of immediate pleasure. i smile as i bite into the untouched treat. it was incredible. all i can visualize is white frosting with bright rainbow sprinkles. the cupcake is yellow, vanilla that is. not as white as the smile on my face, though.
I really wanted an apple spice cupcake. My pantry was empty. I couldn’t make one. So I zipped to the store, bought a box of Duncan Hines and proceeded to make the cupcakes. My oven wouldn’t work. What luck!
Now what would I do? I couldn’t m
they are soft and sweet. and fantastique. they come in flavors like chocolate, strawberry, and they have sprinkles and flour and baking soda. they are great with ice cream and in the summer by the pool. late at night with horror movies.
Sweet frosting. She hated it. Everyone never gave the cupcake its just due – plain, without so much crap on top. She always scraped it off, no matter what kind – Betty Crocker or fancy buttercream. Cupcakes gave her the kind of satisfaction one got when consuming a small square of deliciousness. Short but sweet.
cupcakes
my sister makes them
she makes them pretty well too.. although most of the time the batter is store bought.. but she sure knows how to decorate them
i could use a cupcake now
my sister is actually really talented
i was telling people that.. that my sister had just suddenly spurted into this person i dont know cuz she’s so … smart ? ? :O
:D
Deliciously sweet, the treat filled my mouth with ecstasy. “Would you like another?” The woman said, leaning towards me with the plate.
“Yes, I would.” I mumbled through the food in my mouth.
She smiled, and placed the plate in my lap.
“Keep eating,” she said, walking into the kitchen. “I’ll bring you more.”
She stopped and looked back over she shoulder, “I always like my guests to not go hungry.”
chocolate, with the little sprinkles on top.
like rainbows.
I touched her face as we moved toward her bed, our embrace full of what all lovers’ feel, except something on the floor… from the party the night before. I hadn’t had time to clean, and the squishing sensation sickened me. Was it from her dog? I looked down at the squashed cupcake as we fell in sweet sugary passion, and our hearts beat as one as our
there was light pink icing spread carelessly all over her nose. She was all smiles and giggles. His little princess. His life. The doctors said this was the last of her birth
razzle dazzle cupcake
sprinkles sparkles, let’s take
four pink cupcakes with soft pink cream
one for you, and three for me.
stars and flowers dance on top of
purple icing, yellow gumdrops
The only cupcake I would eat
Is way too big, is way too sweet.
delicious small delightful frosting simply calming to eat and simply fun to snarf down without thinking and incredibly fun to make and decorate
When he called me cupcake it took everything in me not to deck him across the face. Its one of those awful lil’ pet names he likes to give me that drives me insane. Its always the ones that are about food that really just irk me. Why can’t he be satif
Cupcake. Sweetie-pie. Baby. Beautiful. Hot-stuff. Darlin’.
An open letter to any guy in a bar, three sheets to the wind, looking to get laid:
Kind sir,
Please do not EVER use these names for me before ACTUALLY learning mine. And if our interaction happens to last longer than this hazy, drunken moment, tread lightly. The change-over will not be quick. This I can promise you.
Kindly,
The girl who hates pick-up lines and sleezy pet-names.
She licked the frosting from her upper lip…pink tongue swiping side to side. He watched fascinated as she continued to eat down through the cake, crumbs dropping in tiny piles on the table. She sighed in pure happiness
Darling, cuppycake.
are you alright?
You’ve taken quite a fall,
I must make sure you are all
here and take care of you
please, tell me you’re point of view.
How different your world must look
from the height of a crook…
a crook on the floor,
you’ve fallen, don’t ask for more.
Cute little daughter of mine,
tell me what you want me to do, don’t whine.
Yummy Diet is out of the question…can’t have a cupcake
Cupcakes are joy in a compact container. Oh my frosted lovelies, I love you. Be it chocolate, vanilla, or strawberry, I love them.
Cupcake. My luscious cupcake with rose petals. I love you. Still do because I don’t know how to stop myself. Why is the Universe continually sending cupcakes and everything else to do with you my way?
a word i call her to describe her sweetness and loveliness. a word that explains how delicious and desirable that she is to me. my lovely cupcake.
shallow. sweet. pretty.
everything we’ve ever wanted.