Posted by on Apr 3, 2012 in Raster Gallery, Root Archive | 0 comments

Nobody makes ’em like Meemaw. Good thing too. She’s a lot of the reason my clothes don’t fit right anymore. But oh what a journey it’s been. A warm and cuddly bundle of chewy temptation just waiting to thrust my blood-sugar into the stratosphere. And all that butter makes it an effortless trip to the belly. The next rep that brings one of these things to my desk is gonna get lynched. Hugged… then lynched. Consider yourselves forewarned.

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