
She ordered ice cream. Vanilla ice cream. My baklava is warm, sexy, and delicious. I dramatize every bite.
Charity takes hold. I ask, “Want a taste?”
She agrees and retrieves from my plate a heroic “taste” of baklava. The transaction is complete. I offered and she chose to accept.
That’s how this place works. I offer, you choose. I hope you choose to stick around. There’s a lot of very tasty stuff around here. Here are three of my favorites: Goalie, Talking About The Weather, and The Fickle Finger of Free.
Updated: 11.11.2025
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