Today I traveled to an undisclosed dinner theatre to view "42nd Street". During the intermission, I ordered and consumed a slice of chocolate cake meant for two. It had eight layers, set in a cake then frosting order, and my tummy was filled with joy. A friend then offered me a half of their piece, which I gladly accepted. Technically, I had cake for three.
I had to pace myself in order to prevent exploding, imploding, or just ploding.
On top of that, I had two NOS today during my drive to the Twin Cities.
I am going to get diabetes. I am going to fall into a suger-induced coma.
I regret nothing.
-Ethan
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