I’m still trying to comprehend how and why my brain and stomach are constantly working hand-in-hand. 24/7.
Woke up to the strangest dream of getting 10 boxes of 6 egg tarts from KFC. (?!)
Now that I’m wide awake, I’d kill to get my filthy hands on these greasy crisp crusts filled with warm, soft egg custard. RAWR!
Sweet dreams are made of these?
*dials 6222 6111*