two things
One. Thanks, LiveJournal, for finally giving me my comments for the past week. This morning. So, um, yeah - if I haven't responded to you, it's not because I hate what you said or I'm ignoring you or think you suck. It's because I honestly had no idea people were speaking. Apologies!
Two. HOLY SHIT, GUYS, I JUST MADE THE BEST FROSTING EVER. EVER.
No, seriously. EVER.
Listen carefully, it's really complicated: Butter. Powdered sugar. Bailey's Irish Cream. Mix. Take a spoonful. Orgasm. Put a spoonful on a piece of one of the most delicious chocolate-Guinness cupcakes ever. Orgasm harder. Put the rest of the cupcakes in the refrigerator, because you can barely walk, let alone eat a whole cupcake with a chocolate-whisky ganache filling.
I'll, uh, be in my bunk.
Two. HOLY SHIT, GUYS, I JUST MADE THE BEST FROSTING EVER. EVER.
No, seriously. EVER.
Listen carefully, it's really complicated: Butter. Powdered sugar. Bailey's Irish Cream. Mix. Take a spoonful. Orgasm. Put a spoonful on a piece of one of the most delicious chocolate-Guinness cupcakes ever. Orgasm harder. Put the rest of the cupcakes in the refrigerator, because you can barely walk, let alone eat a whole cupcake with a chocolate-whisky ganache filling.
I'll, uh, be in my bunk.