Sometimes you just need to eat the damn brownie.

Even if it is at 10am.

Even if you just returned from the gym.

Even if the reason you went to the gym in the first place was because last night one beer turned into three.

Poof, it happened just like magic. One beer, two beers, three beers, more. Oh ya, throw in two pretzels for good measure.

For the record I was sharing. Sort of.

Besides, everyone knows beer and pretzels are likethis.

Everyone also knows when celebrating little Sissas 21st birthdays, calories no longer count.

Not even in the many chocolate chips, marshmallow and brownie bits that may or may not have been consumed while baking these:

Sugar;It’s whats for breakfast.

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