Did I forget to capitalize the “B” again?
Are you the wicked witch who lives in a gingerbread house?
Don’t you know that’s a load-bearing candy cane?
Is that oven built to code?
Are there brownies in that oven?
Why am I going in to get them first?
Don’t you get kicked out of the Boy Scouts for eating a Brownie?
Did you mean eating Brownie?
Or did you eat a Blondie?
Sugar walls?
Are we playing Candyland?
Who can take a sunrise, sprinkle it in dew, cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two?
The neighborhood pervert?
A graphic designer?
The Easter Bunny?
BTW, did any chicken ever give permission to the Easter Bunny to take their potential children, decorate them and then hide them away?
Would you like to see the forms?
You mean eggs are molded like Plasti-goop?
How about peeps?
You mean my friends here?