Dear Sally Salinger

Dear Sally Salinger,

Excuse me, but would you be able to whip up (handy dandy) APPROXIAMATELY sixty -seven and 5/2 painful spiky cupcakes? I NEED THEM FOR WEDDINGS AND OTHER THING OF THE SORT. Where didst thou go? Beeteedubz, Wherefore art you hiding from the things. Dreadéd hath thy magazine covering O EM EFF GEE YOU NEED SOME CRANBERRIES. if you dont eat enough( and for that matter use it in those muchly required cupcakes) You will become lonely shrivelled failure like jo from Little woman (who married REALLY OLD) wow her husband is OLD!!!! But he is probably busy all the time and therefore gay.


Anyways get those cupcakes (with pain) ready or it will be your head for brunch. ヾ(＠⌒ー⌒＠)ノ

再见！またね！ Farewell christy!

Love and sequently, Mabby

Dear All souffle omelettes(does not concern souffle)

Dear all souffle omelettes,

I HATE YOU ALL. WHY CANT LIKE A PROPER OMELETTE. I FUCKING NEED SOME REAL EGGS. YOU're alll fucking poofs


From the brilliantly talented mabby