This sauce is a bad romance. It promises the sensual delight of chocolate covered cherries, but its unashamed heat is a reminder of love's inevitable pain. Like a ghost pepper with a Sweetheart, the impossibility of true love’s eternity is comically slapped against your hot, wet tongue.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Poetry is dead.
Happy V-Day, y’all.
This sauce is a bad romance. It promises the sensual delight of chocolate covered cherries, but its unashamed heat is a reminder of love's inevitable pain. Like a ghost pepper with a Sweetheart, the impossibility of true love’s eternity is comically slapped against your hot, wet tongue.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Poetry is dead.
Happy V-Day, y’all.