I went to House of Pies.
I bought a slice of cherry.
I transported it home.
It looks so damn good that I don't know whether to fuck it or eat it.
I think I will just eat it.
Wait a minute.
Maybe I'll fuck it, and then I'll eat it.
Check in with me tomorrow morning.
If I have a hard time looking you in the eye, you'll be able to draw your own conclusions.
Don't judge me.
I know your dirty secret.