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It's true...
I HAVE MADE MUTANT PIE.

(Okay, so maybe there might have been a problem with the smoke detector almost going off because the pie overflowed and I didn't know enough to put a pan over it. Whatever. I made a pie. It's a mutant pie, and I love its little mutant heart. THERE WILL BE NO INTOLERANCE OF MY MUTANT PIE)

(Okay, so maybe there might have been a problem with the smoke detector almost going off because the pie overflowed and I didn't know enough to put a pan over it. Whatever. I made a pie. It's a mutant pie, and I love its little mutant heart. THERE WILL BE NO INTOLERANCE OF MY MUTANT PIE)
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I knew you weren't to be trusted!
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your mind is a scary place. He's singing about his razor blades, isn't he?
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The pie was made for my dad, so I don't know if it's delicious yet. I do know that it'll go down in the O'Scanlin family annals as "remember the time Frea made the mutant pie?" These annals are full of my baking mishaps, which are legion.