muffin top. hey good looking. i like ice cream. it’s wonderful but im catholic so i gave it up. dammit. demetri martin wrote a palindrome and the first like is dammit im mad. SOOO HILARious like myself. im so cocky. sex. saex is awesome. ariel was addicted to it. omg omg red. period. no i dont have it.
she tastes good, is plumped up, soft and ready for teeth and warm. when i put my lips to her, crumbles tickle me and fall to the cold linoleum. this is love, and she is mine.
There was a muffin that sat in the window, every day seeming to get bigger and more sugary. But he couldn’t go in there. He was in love with that woman, she knew and he knew, but he couldn’t go in. He’d be arrested.
Muffin, fluffy lil’ pastries, an internet phenomena, a breakfast indulgence that I will rarely allow to grace my lips. Muffins. Blueberries and chocolate chip and banana nut and warm cinnamon. Cinnamon, that warm flow from tongue to thought.
muffin top muffin bottom what the hell does it all mean? just because i don’t conform to the way you want me to be
muffin tops for sale and panera like sixty a pop just because people thinkign they all better than that. who’s so cool they can’t eat a whole goddamn muffin.
whatever folks. all i’m saying is… this world ain’t just a muffin top. you gotta know what it is.
i remember when i was a kid, i always liked the bottom of the muffin. people always told me that the top was the best part, and that the bottoms were worthless, and not needed. i really liked the bottom. it was subtle, and still quite tasty. i always wanted people to realize this, but they never listened.
muffins are similar to cupcakes. i like both of them. some people think muffins are better than cupcakes or vice versa. i ate some cupcakes today but it had no frosting on it. does that count as a muffin or a cupcake? i think it’s still a cupcake. i like blueberry muffins.
Muffins are like cupcakes, although their main difference is that they are very bland. Some people try to spruce up their bland muffin by throwing in fruits, which makes it only slightly less bland. Muffins are bland. The end.
i already did this word, i dont understand! muffin muffin muffin how delicious and simplicious i love them. easy to bake and easy to eat. unless they are GIANT muffins. then the crumbs get all crumbly and you can’t eat it without ruining your nice new shirt. brushing crumbs off of your top when you’re walking to a job interview is never fun.
she took a bite of the muffin, and tasted the sweet bursts of blueberry that filled her mouth with blue. it was still morning outside, the sun was just rising, and her dog was napping by her leg. she wished she was the dog. another day to live, another sunrise to see. she walked out the door wearing her new red scarf and dark brown leather boots.
Muffin – deliciously warm and gooey, big chunks of melted chocolate waiting to fill my mouth with a lovely velvety feel. Full of goodness and baked with love by Mum.
Hunger over took me and I found myself staring into the cupboard again. It’s 11 o’clock and I am on my third trip for a little snack. As I watch the numbers on the weight scale I found myslef not to care as much anymore. If only I didn’t keep eating these muffins.
I am not bluffin with my muffin like the Lady Gaga. I do not have a muffin. A real muffin, nor a muffin used as a metaphor for a…. vagina. Muffins are otherwise tasty.
delicious warm muffin tops bubbling with flavor yummy delicious crumbly tasty muffins just like mom used to make just like she still does make love moms muffins
Blueberry muffin was one of the flavors offered at the hookah bar I went to last night. Doesn’t that sound disgusting? Why would I want to smoke a blueberry muffin? We had fun, though. The man who worked there told me I look like Rachel McAdams, which was nice. He also asked what we thought about men with tattoos. I said it depends on the tattoo itself and the location.
When she put down the muffin the crumbs fell across the plate. With her mouth full, she asked how I had slept the night before. I didn’t have the nerve to tell her that I’d slept poorly because I’d been imagining she was a midget in my dreams.
To eat the warm silkiness of chocolate and banana is a glory to my tongue. Its soft, delicate scent filling the air of my warm home comforts my dulled heart. Simplicity.
muffin…i hate muffin top, on me or any woman…get some damn pants that fit…or stop eating so many muffins…doesn’t matter if they’re blueberry, or even those uber delicious sweet cherry ones, they don’t make a healthy breakfast
The muffin man. He always scared me as a child. I never thought of him as a man who gave away muffins, but as a large giant with a muffin head. Who says kids have over active imaginations?
tops are the best part of the muffin and i wish i could eat them but if i did i would get muffin tops on my stomach and jeans would look bad thats not the reason i can’t reat muffin tops i can’t eat them becase i cannot eat gluten which is found in muffins sooo there you go no muffin tops for me or you actually you can have them so go for it
Once there was a muffin. His name was Fred. Fred was very lonely because none of the other muffins wanted to play with him. He just sat there, getting stale from his loneliness. However, one day, Suzie Frosting moved to town and told him how beautiful he was. He was pleased and they hugged. Forming a cupcake.
I love muffins. You can have them with breakfast or anything. and you can have them on a train or have them on a plane. You can have them on a car or have them near or far. They are good and fun
hello my name is muffin and i am beutiful i taste good and i smell good expesially when i am worm and i also love to be eatin it is the best felling in the world it is like sex for a human it is the best i also love to look good.
One time in a spring afternoon, i remember walk down the street when I came across this man selling breads from a store. Never actually paid much attenton to the place just the fact that it was a very quiet place. The smell of hot cocoa and coffee in the air was one fabulous.
I bite into the muffin. He is staring at me. Trying to make me nervous. It’s working. He doesn’t have to try for it to work; I’m always nervous around him. I wish he knew that. I wish he knew I get butterflies just thinking about him.
crap yap the seconds of the cup writing down the last bit to let sigh then shout, a muffin for the break amuffin for the tea as we neared the end all things slipped into the black
soft and tasty, crumbly and fine. a delight to the senses, moist and sugary…so moist you can almost ‘hear’ it when you break it in half…then you realize, it’s just cake..in the morning.
delicious, my friend. I would eat them for hours, if i had the room. Cheese, butter, honey on top. Ah, yes. Orgasmic. I’d rub my dick all over that muffin. I’d make sweet love to it for hours. Or perhaps, were it chocolate, I would fuck it. Like an animal. Aaah yeah. Take that dick, you slut muffin.
the blueberry muffin sat sternly on the table. that was all that was left of him. He had gotten so mad. why? why? he was my father god damnit. he needs to take responsibility for me and not hiding from mom with his better new family.
I never thought I would be the house wife, but now that I’m here, I’d rather make muffins for my children than travel the world a thousand times over; for what purpose is there in a life without a soul to share it with.
muffins are pretty fattening. they taste pretty damn good, but it just doesnt make for a healthy breakfast. when did people start eating desserts for breakfast anyway? weird. pancakes for instance
muffin
Do you know the muffin man?! I think this is a creepy rhyme, kids should now know where the baker lives..
muffin top. hey good looking. i like ice cream. it’s wonderful but im catholic so i gave it up. dammit. demetri martin wrote a palindrome and the first like is dammit im mad. SOOO HILARious like myself. im so cocky. sex. saex is awesome. ariel was addicted to it. omg omg red. period. no i dont have it.
she tastes good, is plumped up, soft and ready for teeth and warm. when i put my lips to her, crumbles tickle me and fall to the cold linoleum. this is love, and she is mine.
something to eat or perhaps a state of mind that you are in. A vision of things that are sweet and normal. perhaps a dream of what they might be.
There was a muffin that sat in the window, every day seeming to get bigger and more sugary. But he couldn’t go in there. He was in love with that woman, she knew and he knew, but he couldn’t go in. He’d be arrested.
Muffin, fluffy lil’ pastries, an internet phenomena, a breakfast indulgence that I will rarely allow to grace my lips. Muffins. Blueberries and chocolate chip and banana nut and warm cinnamon. Cinnamon, that warm flow from tongue to thought.
muffin top muffin bottom what the hell does it all mean? just because i don’t conform to the way you want me to be
muffin tops for sale and panera like sixty a pop just because people thinkign they all better than that. who’s so cool they can’t eat a whole goddamn muffin.
whatever folks. all i’m saying is… this world ain’t just a muffin top. you gotta know what it is.
i remember when i was a kid, i always liked the bottom of the muffin. people always told me that the top was the best part, and that the bottoms were worthless, and not needed. i really liked the bottom. it was subtle, and still quite tasty. i always wanted people to realize this, but they never listened.
muffins are similar to cupcakes. i like both of them. some people think muffins are better than cupcakes or vice versa. i ate some cupcakes today but it had no frosting on it. does that count as a muffin or a cupcake? i think it’s still a cupcake. i like blueberry muffins.
Muffins are like cupcakes, although their main difference is that they are very bland. Some people try to spruce up their bland muffin by throwing in fruits, which makes it only slightly less bland. Muffins are bland. The end.
sweet.chocolate cream, tasty, small, good, really nice
i already did this word, i dont understand! muffin muffin muffin how delicious and simplicious i love them. easy to bake and easy to eat. unless they are GIANT muffins. then the crumbs get all crumbly and you can’t eat it without ruining your nice new shirt. brushing crumbs off of your top when you’re walking to a job interview is never fun.
she took a bite of the muffin, and tasted the sweet bursts of blueberry that filled her mouth with blue. it was still morning outside, the sun was just rising, and her dog was napping by her leg. she wished she was the dog. another day to live, another sunrise to see. she walked out the door wearing her new red scarf and dark brown leather boots.
Muffin – deliciously warm and gooey, big chunks of melted chocolate waiting to fill my mouth with a lovely velvety feel. Full of goodness and baked with love by Mum.
Hunger over took me and I found myself staring into the cupboard again. It’s 11 o’clock and I am on my third trip for a little snack. As I watch the numbers on the weight scale I found myslef not to care as much anymore. If only I didn’t keep eating these muffins.
I am not bluffin with my muffin like the Lady Gaga. I do not have a muffin. A real muffin, nor a muffin used as a metaphor for a…. vagina. Muffins are otherwise tasty.
bread sweet
delicious warm muffin tops bubbling with flavor yummy delicious crumbly tasty muffins just like mom used to make just like she still does make love moms muffins
Blueberry muffin was one of the flavors offered at the hookah bar I went to last night. Doesn’t that sound disgusting? Why would I want to smoke a blueberry muffin? We had fun, though. The man who worked there told me I look like Rachel McAdams, which was nice. He also asked what we thought about men with tattoos. I said it depends on the tattoo itself and the location.
The room was full.
The concertmaster
played the first note.
Bow screeching.
Horsehair flew,
sideways, backwards,
fowards
into the audience.
The concert was ruined.
When she put down the muffin the crumbs fell across the plate. With her mouth full, she asked how I had slept the night before. I didn’t have the nerve to tell her that I’d slept poorly because I’d been imagining she was a midget in my dreams.
To eat the warm silkiness of chocolate and banana is a glory to my tongue. Its soft, delicate scent filling the air of my warm home comforts my dulled heart. Simplicity.
muffin…i hate muffin top, on me or any woman…get some damn pants that fit…or stop eating so many muffins…doesn’t matter if they’re blueberry, or even those uber delicious sweet cherry ones, they don’t make a healthy breakfast
The muffin man. He always scared me as a child. I never thought of him as a man who gave away muffins, but as a large giant with a muffin head. Who says kids have over active imaginations?
tops are the best part of the muffin and i wish i could eat them but if i did i would get muffin tops on my stomach and jeans would look bad thats not the reason i can’t reat muffin tops i can’t eat them becase i cannot eat gluten which is found in muffins sooo there you go no muffin tops for me or you actually you can have them so go for it
The aroma of blueberry muffins baking wafted up the stairs and tickled her awake. She wondered who was down there rattling around in her kitchen.
Once there was a muffin. His name was Fred. Fred was very lonely because none of the other muffins wanted to play with him. He just sat there, getting stale from his loneliness. However, one day, Suzie Frosting moved to town and told him how beautiful he was. He was pleased and they hugged. Forming a cupcake.
I love muffins. You can have them with breakfast or anything. and you can have them on a train or have them on a plane. You can have them on a car or have them near or far. They are good and fun
hello my name is muffin and i am beutiful i taste good and i smell good expesially when i am worm and i also love to be eatin it is the best felling in the world it is like sex for a human it is the best i also love to look good.
One time in a spring afternoon, i remember walk down the street when I came across this man selling breads from a store. Never actually paid much attenton to the place just the fact that it was a very quiet place. The smell of hot cocoa and coffee in the air was one fabulous.
I bite into the muffin. He is staring at me. Trying to make me nervous. It’s working. He doesn’t have to try for it to work; I’m always nervous around him. I wish he knew that. I wish he knew I get butterflies just thinking about him.
crap yap the seconds of the cup writing down the last bit to let sigh then shout, a muffin for the break amuffin for the tea as we neared the end all things slipped into the black
soft and tasty, crumbly and fine. a delight to the senses, moist and sugary…so moist you can almost ‘hear’ it when you break it in half…then you realize, it’s just cake..in the morning.
delicious, my friend. I would eat them for hours, if i had the room. Cheese, butter, honey on top. Ah, yes. Orgasmic. I’d rub my dick all over that muffin. I’d make sweet love to it for hours. Or perhaps, were it chocolate, I would fuck it. Like an animal. Aaah yeah. Take that dick, you slut muffin.
the blueberry muffin sat sternly on the table. that was all that was left of him. He had gotten so mad. why? why? he was my father god damnit. he needs to take responsibility for me and not hiding from mom with his better new family.
I never thought I would be the house wife, but now that I’m here, I’d rather make muffins for my children than travel the world a thousand times over; for what purpose is there in a life without a soul to share it with.
breakfast
muffins are pretty fattening. they taste pretty damn good, but it just doesnt make for a healthy breakfast. when did people start eating desserts for breakfast anyway? weird. pancakes for instance
muffins are good, my mom doesnt usually make them, im not sure if they are good for you are not, but personally i like chocolate chip muffins