DEATH BY CHOCOLATE

      It is 5 am in the morning. I woke up to blog. Actually I woke up to get ready for school but found it raining cats and dogs and little evil batrats. I would not even have woken up were it not for that JustinE Beiber alarm tone. Song so bad that I could not dare hit the snooze button because I do not want to go through the torture of listening to it again. That is what I wanted. A way to always be up early.

     But now it is raining. So much that I have already gotten a flu and I have not even been out of the house yet. How will I get to school? Missing a hostel really sucks because now I have to get things called umbrellas and those other rain prevention kit. If I had a hostel I would just dash to class under the rain cos the distance is not that long. But if I tried that from home (running the rain) I would reach school being so wet that it would look like a herd of elephants just wankstabated on me. So I cannot try that. The logical solution would be to miss class. Probably will.
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     Yesterday as I was going somewhere to do something for someone, I came across a bakery that had cakes on display and what caught my eye was a certain cake a gal was buying called...wait for it...Death By Chocolate.   Surely! The name itself warns you not to buy it but you still do. Or maybe you do not get the meaning. Allow me.   The name of that cake hints (actually more like, screams) that that cake has so much chocolate that if you eat it you will get fat overnight and die of obesity the next morning. And trust me you do not want to die. Because you are going to miss the new cake, Suicide in Blackforest


Murdered by Chocolate





     

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