tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021041585536952851.post4289464499398241019..comments2023-11-05T01:16:51.878-08:00Comments on Eating Out Fresno: A Tale of Cinnamon Buns and SpoogePookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11378460336865118593noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021041585536952851.post-46419797957727474862010-02-24T01:43:14.254-08:002010-02-24T01:43:14.254-08:00I have no clue. I can only think that they either...I have no clue. I can only think that they either added corn syrup or corn starch to their filling. Beyond the sperm analogy, the stuff honestly had the texture of chest cold loogey. It stuck to your finger and jiggled in a puddle at the bottom, all at the same time. Like it came out of some horrible cinnamon dusted anime porn monster.<br /><br />Ah well, motivation to learn how to make my own.Pookhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11378460336865118593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021041585536952851.post-43937042693154345542010-02-23T19:41:46.789-08:002010-02-23T19:41:46.789-08:00Dude ... what kind of gelatenous goop was that? I...Dude ... what kind of gelatenous goop was that? I'm looking at that fork full of stringy spunk ready to chuck the decent dinner my wife made ....Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13016984461758208301noreply@blogger.com