Guess
what? I'm dreaming about you. You have whip cream on your head and are
walking a tightrope. I am shouting at you from below, "make sure not to
fall, protect the topping at all costs!
Better Late Than Dead blog reader Harold the Bear writes, "Brooks, I read you everyday. You make me laugh. Though if I met you in the woods I would eat you."
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