Yesterday, at Lone Star Bakery (yo, yo – Round Rock, TX – top of the food chain!) a land manatee next in line, while filling her car-door sized basket with lard laden goodness – and taking her good ole sweet time to choose (I was picturing one of those blown-in foam insulation hoses, but shooting donut shrapnel right into her festering gob as a far more effective means of satisfying the end), asking the counter person if the cinnamon rolls have cinnamon in them. A squeeze me? A baking powder? A quick scan of the web reveals that a full pound of quality ground cinnamon is about 7 bucks. So YES, it’s real cinnamon. If it wasn’t would that have meant you were only going to eat 2 of them?

While a person of any stature could have acted in this manner, only a person with asymmetrical ass cheeks could do it as a fat (but lovable) chick. I hope you enjoyed your duffel bag of baked goods. Love BSq.