Daiya Vegan Non Dairy Cheesecake Oh Yum

Daiya vegan non dairy cheesecake - oh yum! Hard knocks Methacton school alum ofttimes finds ruining his fate while squarely planted on me bum nevertheless felt rightly triangulated flashed mobbed by disheveled and unshaven, foo fighting beastie boys whereby their gray stubble encrusted wayward synonymous days old crumb - after getting wolfed (re: gang lions) as delectable entitled treat buttered fingers drubbing upon tabletop analogous to playing a drum oy vey, yours truly cannot believe he ate the whole thing - thus feeling bloated and glum giving way (rather succumbing) to Sir Isaac Newton's first law of motion first law a body at rest stays oh so ho hum inclined to remain supine and comfortably numb able, eager, and ready (reddit) to down tumblr full of rum cogito argh go sum... my poor tum. ALDI GIANT supermarkets (within small radius of miles from me Schwenksville, Penna abode) sell delicious delectable treat goading, inspiring, and spurring me to craft poem essentially patronizing manufacturer, whose skilled food technicians engineered absolute winning dessert courtesy their natural born talent schooled (most likely at culinary institute) possibly supplemented insync with advanced degrees at other institutions of higher learning after various and sundry trials and error with plus or minus marginal limits of tolerance concocting mouthwatering secret recipe. Lemme use hypothetical situation to accent chew ate, how alluded dessert tastes great, especially when rumble in tumbly clamors for glorious goody regarding appetite to satiate unfortunately circumstances force your truly to wait. If (the following constitutes far fetched scenario) stranded on a desert island, I after falling to Earth when parachute fails to open, weighed down by an excess of Daiya vegan non dairy cheesecakes, would finagle an empty pie tin flashing aluminum dish higgledy piggledy to signal an oinking porcine SOS think jeepers creepers knowing my luck being abducted by an alien cannibalistic, gnostic, narcissistic life forms, who quickly abandoned me subsequently left to my own devices, (where you dear reader would discover one humbug), I would be forced to scrounge around rubbing two sticks together to create warmth plus distilling oils - derived from edible herbaceous plants, whence I would ejaculate (not prematurely) - olé to sauté said collard greens with wild mushrooms.