I’ve been made aware of so much perversion in our fallen world, so much that is sick and twisted, that I thought nothing else could shock me.
Then someone goes and puts broccoli in a cupcake .
I don’t think I know any culinary sociopaths, but just in case I’ll say this: If you give me a cupcake and I bite into it expecting some moist devil’s food or some tangy creme filling and instead get a mouthful of broccoli —then we are no longer friends. I’m serious. You don’t do that to people you care about. You just don’t.
(Note: Please don’t show this graphic and disturbing image to children. What is once seen can never be unseen.)
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