I’m not too fond of chocolate mousse,
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\n— though I’m not sure why, exactly.\n<\/p>\n
\nPerhaps it has to do with its contrived
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\nairiness, or its gaudy price tag coupled with\n<\/p>\n
\na truly pretentious name.\n<\/p>\n
\nIn fact, now that I think about it, the stuff
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\nreminds me of a tanned Paris Hilton spooned\n<\/p>\n
\ninto some fancy stemmed dessert glass—only
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\nwithout the promise of sloppy drunken sex\n<\/p>\n
\neasily saved to my hard drive.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I’m not too fond of chocolate mousse, — though I’m not sure why, exactly. Perhaps it has to do with its contrived airiness, or its gaudy price tag coupled with a truly pretentious name. In fact, now that I think about it, the stuff reminds me of a tanned Paris Hilton spooned into some fancy stemmed dessert glass—only without the promise of sloppy drunken sex easily saved to my hard<\/p>\n