I jess come back from a bakery. I went to buy one submarine..tiefin ah chance to eat some carbys
lunchtime. deh bring out all the fresh pastries. oh god! if allyuh pastry. oh jeeeeeezus crise. cake fuh so. I nevah see nutten so beautiful in my life. fresh, hot pastries of all manner and every kind. talk about punishment, the smell of sugar and cinnamon, butter and cream fillings, chocolate and spice full up the place, drive all the oxygen away. I cud not smell anythng but pastry
there were some cream danish tarts fresh and rude, right up in mih face. I cud not avoid dem..deh right next to the bread I come to buy :
oh guuuuuuuuude. eclairs and tarts everywhere, cream cakes with soft icing..some with sweet creams in the miggle. there were rolls of currents and sugar buns everywhere...cream filled sugar buns.
man I get giddy. I went too greedy over the aroma in the store. I say if I cyar eat at least I cud smell. but with too much aroma mih head start to spin and I fall dong. deh have to help mih up.
'wat wrong with you man. we shud call ah ambrillance ::confused::'
'no no! is ok! I arrite. jess lemmih get away from here.'
at which point one of dem white bwoy an' dem figure it. 'allyuh doh worry' he say! 'de skunt under sugar attack! he have a sweet tooth and he mus' be have diabetes so he cyar eat nutten here! he body and mind cyar stand it. he kahllapse!.
jess move him from the bakery he go be alright!'
allyuh tink it sorf! ::confused:: ::confused:: ::confused::