Everyone has just finished feasting for Thanksgiving and Mommy has graciously pulled me out of my rocker (which was relegated to the floor next to the dinner table I might add) and placed me on her lap.This is where I'm left utterly wanton for some of that fine pie over on the table but no - it's not meant to be. I am forlorn for any kind of dessert. I have inherited Daddy's sweet tooth and it must be satisfied.
In lieu of my family meeting my requirements, I am now accepting donations. Please direct your contributions to my address with haste.
Back to my formula....blaghhhh.
NLC
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