I own no less than 80 rolls of toilet paper, maybe more – And at last count there’s somewhere in the vicinity of 130 rolls of paper towels in my basement. I buy flour by the 50lb bag (4 different flours), sugar by the 100lb bag and I have no less the 44lbs of chocolate scenting my closets. I won’t mention how much soap I own, or laundry detergent, or deoderant. You get the idea.
Why do I own 80 rolls of toilet paper? Before you say, “this chick is CLEARLY a hoarder”, allow me to further explain…
I hate running out of toilet paper. I hate sitting on the toilet, doin’ my “bidness” and suddenly realizing I have nothing to wipe my butt with. Fair enough, right?
No, wait – I’m not being 100% truthful, here. This is the true reason: I fear the aftermath of a zombie apocalypse.
There, I said it…
Yes – I mean, really – Don’t you share this very same fear? If there’s a zombie apocalypse we’ll be in a state of fear…
FEAR…
Meaning, you’ll need to go to the bathroom a lot…
A LOT…
Because fear does something to the bowels. Not pretty…
I’m not putting myself in that precarious position; catching zombies in the head on my way to the supermarket for a roll of toilet paper? That’s crazy! I don’t even know HOW to hold a gun. What if there’s a zombie in the checkout counter of my local supermarket? Oh, jeez – I’m no good in these situations. I can’t run, I can’t shoot, I can’t fight – The most I can do is windmill the zombie until its shoulder pops off with a sickening, slimy thud.
Then I’ll scream… And not run… Because I can’t run, remember? I’ll just scream till I pop a blood vessel and the zombie eats my brain.
Now I’ve worked myself up…
*Deep breath*…
So I stock up hardcore, so when that zombie apocalypse happens I won’t need to leave the house. Dammit, I may have to further stock up on canned goods, water, and Twinkies. I’ll let the renegades with AK47’s or sawed off shotguns take care of the zombies. Renegades are bad asses.
Woo…! I just gave you a whole lotta crazy…
And for this very reason I’m going to distract you with these…
Egg yolks…
Not good enough?
How about these…
Maraschino cherries?
These egg whites beaten to stiff peaks?
Oh, all right…
Am I getting close with this batter in giant muffin tins?
Or…
How about this spoonful of cold coconut milk?
Sexy…
I’ve thrown you off; diverted you from my bout of the cray-crays. Redirected your focus to these cupcakes soaked in a three milk mixture.
You see how I did that? There’s rum in these mofos, too. (RUM!) Cupcakes imbibed with 3 milks and a lil’ bit ‘o’ rum… So nice you say it twice…
Twice…
Oh, and let us not forget a coconut whipped cream to top cupcakes clearly big enough for two – Or one …
Whatever…
Sprinkle some toasted coconut, and a cherry on top…
That’s what’s uuuuup!
Cupcakes you clearly have to eat with a spoon. You’re fancy, right? Or eat like a renegade and wipe your hands on your jeans, shotgun ‘tween your legs.
Hardcore, yo.
See? I’m not here to distract you from my insane fear of a zombie apocalypse, my even more insane fear of running out of toilet paper – Or my clear lack of fighting skills with cupcakes.