brutal mistresses

If you have never been trampled by a cupcake, leave. Just leave.
The meaning of life has passed you by, much to your severe state of oblivion.

Mmm...stupor...

So yes. Little affair thing going on. I snuck in early in the morning and found the damn bitches scheming in all their colourful sugary glory.

(I cooked them. And eated them. Revenge is sweet.)
(Literally)
(And vanilla-y)