My Dear… Apple Fritter

I’ve seen a lot of buzz about Twilight on the web lately. Fortunately, Defective Yeti has critiqued the novel… and now I don’t ever, ever have to read it.

I am so totally not making this up. Also, he’s a good vampire, insofar as he doesn’t eat people. But he really, really wants to. Hence the brooding. And to make matters worse, he wants to eat Belle more than anyone, because apparently she has great smelling blood. But he’s also in love with her, you see. Oh my goodness, what a pickle! It’s as if you or I were dating an apple fritter.

Emphasis mine. I am so glad most food doesn’t possess a written language.

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