All these little pesks found their way into my butterscotch pudding and now I will swallow them whole. They are getting so sticky in all of this sweet slimy mess, but I will scrape them off with my teeth and not let them get away. They will meet their demise as they travel all the way down my throat into the depths of my belly. Who knows if we will see them again. I honestly don't care.

All these little pesks found their way into my butterscotch pudding and now I will swallow them whole. They are getting so sticky in all of this sweet slimy mess, but I will scrape them off with my teeth and not let them get away. They will meet their demise as they travel all the way down my throat into the depths of my belly. Who knows if we will see them again. I honestly don't care.