When dealing with Schnookie's cookie and cakes (provided she is a 100% cutie who has fallen head over hills for me and will fall over hills to provide head for me)it's plausible, even quite enjoyable to attempt going half up on the chidrens, no coaxing allowed. Seeing that the vast majority of you hornswaggle and remain on goober patrol waiting underneath the beds (like the chicken on the grittle thinking the pies are falling)and waiting for the next Jerry Lewis Telethon painted up and with the leg warmers and moonboots,and It's one long easter egg race to the finish line, and a rotten turtle womb can only bear rotten turtle eggs, better off not to be decieved by the rotten fruits of the maternal caregivers labor!! I still believe in devout faith being hoodwinked, castrated and made into a eunuch to carry the cross of martyrdom for all. Regardless inside the nest may be the beautiful cake waiting to bloom and be offered, ready for the pudding on top!! If not I shall eat the egg, rob the cradle, even if it means




the potential hatchling (and savior) must perish.Fruits of labor and pudding protocols may equal going at the bottoms, attacking from the rears!