27/02/2014
Here comes the new Happiness sign, celebration of 100+ likes with El's cupcakes.
Thanks EL, you comes the second to me.
No personal stuff here, right.
Cupcakes, that's it.
One of the most single things that men and women, both, can like together, no special taste, no partial flavor and price concern.
Men, they eat cupcakes, or I'd say, they swallow the cupcakes, and they would be recalled with the last time they felt the happiest at most, even if it's going to chuck in their head for a second or two.
While women, right, I said WOMEN, no matter what nature she got. The creatures those are misconceptioned to be more of foolish and dunce rather sappy and cheerfully frenzy. It's true, they hardly use their brain and are more likely to grab their toes skipping wrapping their hair. They think less, right, exactly. They think less. Their heart, that says more than it beats, that is more ominous than it fears, that is more hopeful than it is concerned, that gets easily molded with just one of a few cuddles than surrounded by hell so many of brats, it just satisfies it's zillions of plights and happiness with one touch of a muffin.
When their hands touch its fluffy puffed hem, when they drag it to their mouths being intensely inquisitive, when they bit it feeling it blending in their mouths, their stomach swears over the thousand years that they’ve ruled the world in that particular moment, without any involvement of BRAIN.
Cupcakes, drains the trash in your brain and nothing is ever going to be rough with them again.
Thanks Elfians, for celebrating with us.
