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It dozen make sense but she was raisin cane about something with the dippy clerk named Duncan who didn't look like the type who would sugar coat anything. I guess there were holes in her argument but I tried to carb my enthusiasm because the weatherman predicted sprinkles.

Yum, she had a body built for cinnamon that really took the cake and this dough boy was thinking about scoring some brownie points by buying her some flours to try for a rosy scenario and put the petal to the metal.

My mind was swirling. I wasn't about to take a powder with this sugar and spice in the joint.

Alas, it was frosted outside due to the Winchell factor and I had a hacking coffee. What a twist it was when this peach offered the clerk some loud raspberries. Gee, this situation was going from bad to batter. Somebody was going to get fried. Or possibly Kreemed with those Krisp remarks.

I stepped foreward. It was the yeast I could do but what a grind.

"Hey, Duncan," I piped up. "You don't know beans. Cool it or I'll decaffeinate your mug and Boston creme ya."

What a brew-haha this turned out to be but I had to support the sweet muffin who had the extra large cups and I wasn't about to Playtex around. I was ready to get out the strap because I was feeling boulder, yet I didn't want this to flop. Oh, fudge, I wanted to be a good roll model because that would be the icing on the cake. It was how I was raised and I was really cookin' now. Ya know, I'm not half baked. I've been around the horn.

Duncan was not berry nice and obviously a nut who liked to cast the first scone. And he had a pastry complexion, to boot,  but he was now in a whole munch of trouble. I was ready to give him s'more than he could handle.

Duncan finally backed down and said he was sorry. He turned out to be a jelly fish and bageled forgiveness. Maybe he was just carbo-dehydrated? Or a gluten for punishment?

He's doing much butter now. I guess he was just having a crummy day. I hear he lived applely ever after this incident and didn't fritter away his life and I'm churro this is true, although someone did mention that they saw him at a custard bar. Well, that's way the cookie crumbles.