Those Naughty Danish

[willow_25]

And not the kind from Denmark, either.

I get scheduled breaks every day.  The kind where, I can only get up to pee/eat/etc. at those times.  This morning, my break was late because (and this was the excuse, word for word): "I was on my way out here, but then I saw this Almond Pastry, with these Raspberries on it, and it started talkin' to me, and next thing you know, I am SO late."

Talking pastries.  Yeah.  Personally, I prefer my pastries like a sex-addict prefers their prostitutes; the less talking, the better.

Comments

[ozma914.livejournal.com]

I've had chocolate speak to me, many times. Without making any double-entendres, I will only say that I usually silence them by eating them.