Monday, July 10, 2006

Creaming Myself at Work

It was Dexters birthday yesterday and (unsurprisingly, as it's him) he's just set a new standard in 'cakes you have to bring to work as a moral obligation because you're a year closer to death'. Way superior to my usual ring dougnuts or the tubs of genric cheapness.

He actually asked us what we wanted!


Hmmm, vanilla slice. That's around 758 calories, just under a third of my daily recommended intake!

Damn, it tastes so good and yet tastes so wrong. Pardon me while I (and my keyboard) get covered in it.

I'll purge myself on the treadmill tomorrow.

Yeah, honest...

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