And none for Mr. Why Essacly.
baking
A good baker with a great ass.
True story: I can probably get out of just about anything with a certain somebody if I bake him something. Or let him hang out with my butt.
Real things said to yours truly:
“I know you feel like a rapper right now, but they’re just cookies.”
The amount of pride I take in my baking abilities would make Betty Friedan cry.
Psst, myanonymouslair, need any help with that recipe?