It’s bad enough that I want to stick my head in a cement mixer (putti, putti), but then to be insulted by a pie? It’s too much.
Yes, I decided to find out what kind of pie I am. Something light? Something dreamy? Or something that harkens back to kids in diapers eating dirt? Oh, most definitely the latter:
You Are Mud Pie |
You’re the perfect combo of flavor and depth Those who like you give into their impulses |
Riiiight. I’m flavor and depth. And crunchy granules of loam. And an earthworm or two.
What does this prove? You can’t trust pie. I once loaned a Boston Cream a sawbuck and did I ever see that money again? You know the answer. Down with pie.
***You Are Cream Pie***
You’re the perfect combo of simplicity and divinity
Those who like you life {~sic~} for understated pleasures
What Kind of Pie Are You?
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