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Sweet golden raisins; syrupy melted brown sugar; flaky, buttery pastry. My dad's butter tarts were perhaps the perfect desert. When Philip came through the cafeteria and stole them from me, I was in tears. But in his revelry, Philip failed to notice the banana peel on the floor. Sweet justice....

*dessert. OK I knew something looked wrong about it. Although if I were in a desert, I'd probably like some butter tarts.

The buttery yellow ball gown was glorious on the hanger. However, hanging on Betty's ample flesh it was just a jaundiced sack full of rolls and dimples.

"That color just doesn't do you justice." assured the sales girl. Mindful of her commission, she handed Betty something in black.

R: Holy Donuts! The Croissant du Terror is about to devour that priceless plate of French Crullers!!
B: Right you are, Robin. The gluttinous villian is destroying all traces of that palatable pastry!
R: What should we do?
B: The only thing we can do, Robin. Toast him, butter-side up!
R: Sweet Buttery Justice Batman!

She begged the Dairy King for leniency but he ordered the Official Toast Tosser to "Toss the Royal Toast of Justice!" anyway.

So the toast was tossed and flip it went and squish it finally landed, butter-side down.

"Off with her head!" the King exclaimed. And buttery justice was served.

The lipstick on the collar, the panties in the glove compartment – did he think he could get away with it? Revenge is sweet, Jackass. But not as sweet as the cake I baked.

Soy margarine? Rice milk? What’s that? Enjoy a slice of buttery justice you lactose intolerant, cheating fuck!

He said that the words “soft, smooth and buttery” didn’t do it justice so she thought she’d give it a try. She slid his into her mouth and sucked gently, tasting, knowing instantly that she was hopelessly hooked.

Diet be damned, she was going to eat all of his caramels!

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Jack slowed across the bridge. Glowing red flares lead the way to a sobriety check point. What to do? What to say? A flashlight was shown into the truck looking for incriminating evidence. The officer spotted them, laying out in the open. A baker's dozen, sweet buttery justice. Confiscated.

She finally had enough grazing and milking repetitiously to drive even the most steadfast cow insane. It was time to send a message for all cows alike. She sprinted down the hill, and knocked her master of oppression right into a vat of butter. It was her sweet buttery justice.

She finally had enough grazing and milking repetitiously to drive even the most steadfast cow insane. It was time to send a message for all cows alike. She sprinted down the hill, and knocked her master of oppression right into a vat of butter. It was her sweet buttery justice.

jack... there is nothing sadder than losing your donuts. your story touched my heart. ;)

paco! you wrote me una pequeña historia! gracias, tony nuevo! even evildeb wrote one today! oh mi dios!

When it comes to real estate law, the definitions are buttery: What used to be deeded access adjoining the public road becomes an island of property amid a private estate. The land is still available, but the justice system is left with finding some legal way you can get there.