[HEADING=1]OH PUDDIN'![/HEADING]



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I don't know about the rest of you, but if there's one thing that takes my mind off the creeping footfalls of death, it's sticking my face in a soft, sweet, wobbling mass and motor-boating that sucker. I like it spongy, I like it cold and creamy, I like it hot, glistening and steamy. Day or night, it doesn't matter. I just want to stick my entire upper body in there and shake it like a salmon floatin' upstream.
EXHIBIT A:
This little filly was first tasted in the Scottish Highlands and became an instant hit. Look at that seductive little trickle of toffee sauce. I cannae contain it. What a tease. She wasn't the only hot thing in the room when she arrived; I could just hear the entire table in the throes of a Meg Ryan moment at the very second my trembling hand slid the curved edge of the dessert spoon into that receptive body of gorgeousness.

"Technically, this counts as sexual harassment, Mr Bond..."
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I have to end it at one or I'll be going on forever. What about the rest of you? When did you first lick the sweet, sticky business end of the confectionery stick? What's your secret pudding shame? Why are you banned from your local bakery? Confess your sins against the Body Mass Index.