I am sitting in a fancy mall with my friend.
Good thing I called.
We needed to escape our heads.
We were spinning from the race. What a waste.
What an empty chase, this life of pleasure.
But Mmm.
Cinnabon.
I\'m a hypocrite.
One hit and I\'m gone.
\"What is life?\" she asks.
\"That is a good question.\"
All wit is lost in frosting.
There is no question about what this will cost.
Calories shmalories! \"What is a bon?\"
No clue.
All that\'s left is for us to bask In this cinnamon glory.
End of story.