EH-HEH-HEEEEEEM.

our story continues with antonio, just waking up from a very peaceful slumber.

by cake. damn cake...

IT ALL STARTED THIS MORNING!

feeling bad for making him go through all those (award winning) commericals for redbull, they decided to send antonio an apology cake.

for once, antonio was actually pleased by this because-

1. it had absolutly NOTHING to do with red-bull.
2. it was his favorite flavour, chocolate and mint icing.
3. it came with icecream, delicious icecream.

the only thing that would have made it better, would be if it had been a cookie cake, but hey. it was pretty good, either way.
he grinned. things were looking up. he took the cake inside and set it on his desk next to his bed. he ate a good chunk out of it and then slept it off in a food coma.

...that's where the horrors began.

during his food coma induced nap, the air conditioning in tony's (nickname, yes.) shut off in accordance to his "be green" demands. this melted the icing on the cake, causing it to ooze down the side of the desk and into one of his sneakers...

that brings us back to the present. antonio yawned, feeling something off on his face, he touched it. his hand pulled back- fingers covered in icing...


...icing...

icing...

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"don't hate me because i'm sexy."
"don't worry, i have alot more reasons to hate you."

...wow. you weren't kidding. there's ABSOLUTELY NOTHING HERE!

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"don't hate me because i'm sexy."
"don't worry, i have alot more reasons to hate you."