But what I don’t understand is how cupcake saturation has reached the point where I can’t even buy black tar heroin without receiving a flier wrapped around my hypodermic needles advertising the new cupcake store down the street.
The cupcake obsession has peaked, and it has nowhere to go but down. You had your 15 minutes of fame cupcake lovers, but it’s time to face the facts: cupcakes have jumped the shark.
But what I don’t understand is how cupcake saturation has reached the point where I can’t even buy black tar heroin without receiving a flier wrapped around my hypodermic needles advertising the new cupcake store down the street.
The cupcake obsession has peaked, and it has nowhere to go but down. You had your 15 minutes of fame cupcake lovers, but it’s time to face the facts: cupcakes have jumped the shark.
Thank you, darling, for finally standing up to those cupcake thugaroos. Cupcakes are just not as good as homemade cookies. Not as good as ice cream. Not as good as fresh fruit pie. They’re sugary and vapid, the perfect dessert for our “Hills”/”Real Housewives”-obsessed times.
Don’t let the door muss up your perfect swirl of buttercream on the way out, cupcake!
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