We got everythin' we need here. We got Baileys, creamy, and, um. . . everythin' good. I'll get ya another Baileys
And one more thing I want to be clear about- I know who I am. I am just a very thin layer of charming with some funny sprinkles wrapped around a huge creamy center of raging arrogant a-hole. I got it.
Let's face it, a nice creamy chocolate cake does a lot for a lot of people; it does for me.
In America, even your menus have the gift of language. . . . The Chef's own Vienna Roast. A hearty, rich meat loaf, gently seasoned to perfection and served in a creamy nest of mashed farm potatoes and strictly fresh garden vegetables. Of course, what you get is cole slaw and a slab of meat, but that doesn't matter because the menu has already started your juices going. Oh, those menus. In America, they are poetry.
The snow on the distant mountains was soft and creamy, as if veiled in a faint smoke.