Claudia knew that she could never pull off the old-fashioned kind of running away. That is, running away in the heat of anger with a knapsack on her pack. She didn't like discomfort; even picnics were untidy and inconvenient: all those insects and the sun melting the icing on the cupcakes. Therefore, she decided that her leaving home would not be just running from somewhere but would be running to somewhere.
Frank stared at her. "But you throw Ding Dongs at monsters. " Iris looked horrified. "Oh, they're not Ding Dongs. " She rummaged under the counter and brought out a package of chocolate covered cakes that looked exactly like Ding Dongs. "These are gluten-free, no-sugar-added, vitamin-enriched, soy-free, goat-milk-and-seaweed-based cupcake simulations. " "All natural!" Fleecy chimed in. "I stand corrected. " Frank suddenly felt as queasy as Percy.
You know," I told him,"if you don't know how to eat a cupcake, that's nothing to be ashamed of. " Now he did smile. "I know how to eat a cupcake. " "Sure you do. " "I do," he said. "I just don't want one of those. " "Yeah? Prove it.
You're such a cupcake.
Oh no, if you really want to be wicked to him, nuke it first. (Geary) Yeah, but given his reaction to the cupcake, that might overload his taste buds with pleasure and kill him. (Tory)
Sometimes I see really skinny girls. They may look great, but. . . they're not happy. Have a cupcake.
Things are tough all over, cupcake, an' it rains on the just an' the unjust alike. . . except in California.
I'm not Tom Cruise. I don't have to look that good. I'm always going to have a problem because I'm thought of as someone edgy, but I'm not. I'm a cupcake.
Cupcakes are the tattooed brunette chick of the baked goods world.
There's such a buildup of crud in my oven, there's only room to bake a single cupcake.
All my clients eat. Madonna has a very healthy appetite. She doesn't eat processed food, she's very conscious of the quality of the things she eats but she has treats - she loves cupcakes.
She stared at him in that vapid, intoxicated way employed only by women under a vamp's control. Or the way I sometimes got when faced with cupcakes. Mmm. Cupcakes.
All right cupcakes listen up!
New York Mayor Rudy Giuliani fired his wife, Donna Hanover, as official hostess of the mayor's mansion last weekend. He's got his own idea of what a hostess should be. He wants a little cupcake.
That's it, cupcake. You're going down.
Happy birthday,” she said. “And next time? Eat the stupid cupcake.
