Two girls in my neighborhood were selling cupcakes yesterday, so of _course_ I got one, and they asked if I wanted frosting, and I said duh, and in the shape of a terrified face, becaue I was going to eat it.

And they _nailed_ it. I have never seen a cupcake more consumed by the horror of existential despair and the inevitability of death.

Which is the tastiest kind of cupcake.

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