My dearly beloved staple. Since ever. Seriously, more often I happen to believe I was simply born to live on chocolate. My biggest (right next to my remaining two others n. b. just as sweet as the character) love. Not that I am unaware of all those unhealthies (neologism, do not correct) I may encounter or I have so far. Well… love is blind.
Insight into my heart
The very one here comes from a wedding reception. A gift from cooks and to be perfectly honest chocolate fountain’s leftovers (how terrible a ‘leftovers’ word sounds in this context). A jar-packed prog? (in my case a jug would be appropriate… a bucket? ;))
Hold it tight
So my elaborate idea to fight (just a little bit) an addiction to sweets did not work out as I (must?) work on the chocolate now.
6 komentarzy:
o sieta faka!:D ale zes sobie dziabneła blogusia ;P tylko ja nie wiem czy moge tu pisac po pplsku;o wtf?!:*
"u mnie" wszystkie chwyty dozwolone ;)
nastepnym razem poprosze o troche tej fontannowej? czekolady :):):)
jaki anonimowy!!!
no:) działa:)
jeszcze mam ;) ale rozumiem ze resztki Cię nie zadowolą... będę pamiętać przy kolejnej imprezie
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