What the damn hell is this? You’re taunting me. Taunting me with those fluffy carbs while I’m here on my fourth Paleo cleanse of 2016.
You’re not even eating them! You’ve fashioned a CROWN of CRUMB while I’m chomping nuts and sucking flaxseed like a biodiesel car engine. You think I like this? You think I don’t want bread?
I promise you, little one, next time I see you and that slice, you’re both TOAST.