It is a dirty little secret we all have, hiding in our kitchens and toilets (if necessary; it makes eliminating the evidence more convenient) and in our bedrooms with our TV's if single.
We browse the supermarkets, lustily eyeing the Rocky Rhode and Caramel Swirl; we ogle the Strawberry Supreme and the Cherry Bomb Delight; we taste and savor the sensual Sexy Chocolate Meringue whip when no one else watches.
We live for samples; we carry our own plastic disposable spoons. We are Haagen-Dasz's worst nightmare. It takes an all-out, almost orgasmic effort not to give in to temptation.
OTOH, it's New Year's Day here so fuk it: I'm going to Baskin-Robbins later on.
"When you're born, you give up one percent of your life. When you die, that's the last one percent. Make the other ninety-eight percent count."--Threadweaver.
"A choice to be made, a price to be paid."--The Tower.
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