Aug
31st
Tue
31st
It’s been, what, 13 years? Last I ate you was over a years-long wooing, myself and my target grabbing dry fistfuls of you directly out of the box. Cinnamon Life, purchased by that one set of parents who kept their pantry stocked and chuckled at our bullshit, whose unexplained vacations made possible our first rickety fingerbangs.
