1 part strongbad, 2 parts "simpsons", 5 parts hydrocortisone. stir and let sit for 10 hours

as much as i try to fight it, deep down i know i've found my life's calling.
and that calling is sitting in front of a certain chocolate store in the mall.
and writing on big chocolatey hearts with frosting.

it's not that i'm good.
it's that i'm so good.
maybe not so much with the skill and the penmanship, but with the getting inside the heads of the provonian mall rats.
they love me and my little frosting messages.
they flock to me with open arms and five dollar bills, demanding more of my sugary brilliance!

i'm just saying, 10 hours of that in one day is enough to make anyone not really care that one of their hands is completely numb.
ok, well, maybe the apathy is 2 parts accolade and 1 part high dosage of benadryl.