dear if i were a cupcake diary,
i would be made of poison and a trap for ants. i would set myself out on the porch and let them bitches eat me all up. crumb by fabulous crumb, the stupid ants would carry me away for the last time, back to their hills, to their ancient ant pyramids where all the elder ants wait to feast at the ant tables. they would all die and i would be the cupcake 'whero.' SHOUT OUT ANTFACE!
i would be made of poison and a trap for ants. i would set myself out on the porch and let them bitches eat me all up. crumb by fabulous crumb, the stupid ants would carry me away for the last time, back to their hills, to their ancient ant pyramids where all the elder ants wait to feast at the ant tables. they would all die and i would be the cupcake 'whero.' SHOUT OUT ANTFACE!
