...is not paved with good intentions.
It's paved with cracklins.
Crispy, spicy, porky, deep-fried FAT.
Oh sooooo good.
And I think they're called "cracklins" 'cause they're made of crack.
I can feel my arteries hardening by the second.
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
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