Roberta Flack might not sing this version, but the sweet sensors in the mouth are killing me sweetly with their song. Like sirens lead sailors to the depths in tales of yore, Swiss Rolls and Long Johns and other sweet creamy confections lead me to bloat, fat, high blood pressure, diabetes, fatty liver, kidney failure, and a myriad of other physical ailments. Ah, but what a way to go, aye?
Good morning lovely lads and lasses of the interwebs. Will you be responding today?
Probably not, but make it a spectacular day just the same.
I intend to get my hair cut. Your plans?
Be happy :)
Narf :)
Thursday, March 22, 2018
Killing Me Sweetly
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