betty swollocks
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Amelia: the daughter of a friend, saves me a bit of birthday cake. She's done so every year since she was a tot: it's become a bit of a tradition.... and now she's eleven.
It looked delicious and on the basis of past year's offerings, always made by Grandma, it's bound to taste every bit as good as it looks, but after biting through the thick choccy outer, I noticed that the sponge beneath is green.
"So what's the green then?" I ask.
"Grandma's snot," she responds, before collapsing into helpless giggles.
She's growing up into such a delightful girl.
It looked delicious and on the basis of past year's offerings, always made by Grandma, it's bound to taste every bit as good as it looks, but after biting through the thick choccy outer, I noticed that the sponge beneath is green.
"So what's the green then?" I ask.
"Grandma's snot," she responds, before collapsing into helpless giggles.
She's growing up into such a delightful girl.