May 29, 2012
Dear PUDDING,I FLUFF you. You have a nice CHOCOLATE. You make me DROOL. You should DUPLICATE. Someday I will SPOON. You + me = DIGESTION. If I saw you now I’d CRY. I want to EAT you. I would build a PLATE just for you. If I could sing you any song it would be YOU AND I. We could VANILLA under the stars. Love, STOMACH (P.S. PLEASE BE STRAWBERRY.)
John you got da wrong ask box, I'm not pudding.