Shopping trip. #BettyCrocker #Reup #NeedMyMix #Yummers!
As exquisite as ever, Crocker. ! SuPer moist INdEEd! (:F
Oh, I daresay between the two of us, you're built more like the fork!

did it take you 8 minutes to come up with a way to call me skinny. you want me to give you anautter eight and sea if you can come up with somefin else or shoald we just leave it there
I was scrolling at a leisure-pace through the reacts and comments when I happened upon this obvious display of your fixation on me, actually! At this point, the only impression which you have made upon me is that the moment I do anything, you are pacing angrily around your own hive, muttering to yourself and pulling your braids in distress. So shall we leave it at the petty shit-flinging or would you care to explain why it is you keep such a keen eye on my profile? :B

havent acknowledged any of yo cries for attention in days but aight gill whatebber shellps you eat at night. hard naut to sea this one when it took up the whole dam dashboard is all im sayin
yOU LOOK, sO PRETTY jANE, iN EVERY PHOTO YOU TAKE, aND ALSO THE STUFF LOOKS GOOD TOO, yOU KIND OF REMIND ME RIGHT THERE, oF A STRONG AND INDEPENDENT BUSINESS MINDED WOMAN, nOT AFRAID OF THE POTENTIAL ENV1RONMENTAL REPERCUSSIONS OF HER ACTIONS, iN GENERAL, fILLING HER FOUR-WHEELED GROCERY PRISON W1TH wONDERBREAD, i'M NOT SURE WHY THAT THOUGHT SPRUNG UP FULLY FORMED, iNTO MY PAN, bUT IT'S THERE NOW, uMM,,, sPARKLE ON, aND STAY YOU! bYE,
Oh, hmmm! I could tell you!! Who helps me eat at night, that is. But I think you could take a whack at satisfying your own curiosity. Believe me. He is more than willing to leap out of bed to grab us BOTH some hard-earned concessions.

believe me girl i dont care what dude you pay to bump human extra-uglies with you every night
You're a worse entrepreneur than I thought if THAT paltry crap is all you have to sell me! :B I think you do! I find you terribly concerned with the man in my britches! WHY you're so affixed to the thought is another matter entirely. There are two possible explanations, and only one gives me fever-chills of total disgust.

W)(Y are you are you inventing a thought in MY pan. is yours so stuffed full of crocker brand supermoist chocolate fudge cake you got no room left? i dont care. idk if you get off on the idea of me mullin over what blind buoytoy might be chubby chasing you but i prawnmise you can take yo hands out your pants i got bigger fish to fry (dont start sniffin the screen and droolin that fish is mine)

