(1) Dear Box of Duncan Hines Dark Chocolate Fudge Cake Mix: You are mighty sexy there; all mixed and baked, and hangin' out in that glass cooking dish all by your lonesome. Care to be inside me? - Sincerely, Moi

( Traumatic incidents, whining, a meme, and more pathetic innuendo within. )

and I'm drinking coffee for lunch. No wonder I have a headache. (But it's... delicious?)

( Nothing really interesting; although my brother found out the gender of his 'impending minion'. )