3 kananmunaa
8 dl täysmaitoa
4 dl vehnäjauhoja
1 tl leivinjauhetta
½ tl suolaa
1 dl sokeria
2 tl vaniljasokeria
100 g voita

Riko kananmunien rakenne isossa kulhossa. Sekoita joukkoon puolet maidosta.

Yhdistä leivinjauhe vehnäjauhoihin. Lisää jauhot kulhoon sekoittaen.

Kaada joukkoon loput maidosta, mausta suolalla ja sokereilla. Anna jauhojen turvota nesteessä vähintään puoli tuntia.

Sulata voi. Anna hetki jäähtyä, sekoita sitten voi muiden ainesten joukkoon.

Vuoraa 30 cm x 40 cm:n kokoinen korkealaitainen uunipelti leivinpaperilla. Kaada taikina leivinpaperin päälle ja paista 225-asteisessa uunissa 25–30 minuuttia. Anna jäähtyä ja "kiinteytyä" hetken ajan. Tarjoa esimerkiksi kermavaahdon ja hillon kanssa.

my heart skips a beat every time I see a Venture main. Their gameplay is like a soothing balm to my soul. I find myself simping all match long, showering them with endless praise. Without their -general human- affection, I might just faint from the sheer lack of it. I crave their attention, their validation, their presence in my game.

Every match, I’m desperately hoping for a Venture main to notice me, to acknowledge my existence. I whisper sweet nothings to my screen, praying for a tiny bit of interaction that will sustain me through the game. Their skills, their style—it’s all I can think about. I’m hopelessly, pathetically in love with every Venture main I encounter till I find the one who actually pays attention to me. I’m just a lonely Ramattra main, lost in the game. Your presence is my lifeline, and your affection, my salvation. Keep shining, and know that this Ramattra main will always be here, simping from the shadows

Nothing gets past my bow

saw exactly 1.09441 square inches of a girl's shoulder today. I immediately fell to my knees, as the rush of dopamine signaling my impending earth-shattering orgasm started making me moan loud enough to deafen everyone in the immediate vicinity. What followed was a torrential downpour of every single sperm cell I ever have or ever will produce, shot out so hard that my penis was ripped apart by my übernut accelerating to 5% the speed of light by the time it left my urethra. It vaporized the girl as it punched right through her, barely slowed, before cutting through a structural support beam in the school as if it were a nuclear-powered angle grinder. The sheer weight of this historical nut, combined with the total destruction of everything in its path, caused the school to collapse, and every female in the state of Illinois to fall pregnant with my children. When the final casualty toll was tallied, there were 458 deaths, 1426 injuries, and over 9 million pregnancies.

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