All I can say is that these biscuits were conjured in heaven and delivered by angels, served steamy. You could spread used motor oil darker than death on these biscuits and still write a letter home to mama about how good they were.
All I can say is that these biscuits were conjured in heaven and delivered by angels, served steamy. You could spread used motor oil darker than death on these biscuits and still write a letter home to mama about how good they were.