There was enough fryer power in those cakes we ate to fry an entire chicken. Indeed we were roast chicks. We were like reindeers ready to light the way. Was there a message in all of this?
We felt stuffed and sunburned and I had to start asking myself some questions. Between having my shoes sandalized, my indigestion, my nose torched and frequent hate mail, I was starting to wonder was somebody out to get me?
What were the reasons motivating this attack? I had to do a little bit of sole, or was that soul searching? Would I have to start investigating or were my attackers going to communicate with me? Would I have to become Jane Bond - 007-up?
And what was in that cake? Between my just desserts and my sugar fix, I was starting to think this was some kind of Operation Dessert Storm.
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