I got some Indian treats the other day. From my nieghbours. Okay, you might say, big deal. MAN let me tell you, Indians take sweet fuckin seriously. Each one of the goodies I got, and I got a lot, was a heart attack waiting to happen. Butter, cream, cane syrup, all sorts of nut-meats. I had two on friday night and I got so fuckin up-up-up-up and then a BIG sugar crash afterwards. Holy Shit.
