Oh! Oh! It burns! My flesh! Bonding with toffee! Why?! Now I am one with the popcorn. I’m going to need replacement hands! Behold plastic container thing!
Seal her up and condemn her to the cold embrace of the refrigerator. Before us we see the unused saucepan of ill-concept. The unnecessary chocolate of despair, and the structurally challenged Pyrex basin of doom. And a Poo clock.
With a little cajoling out drops our masterpiece.
Obligatory cross-sectional pictorial rendering.
Mmmmmm… 500g yet still only half a calorie.
Rated
66.12/100 |
