Now listen here, TT made these brownies like she was mad at somebody. I took one bite and had to sit all the way down. These ain’t brownies, these is testimonies. They so rich they need a bank account, so chocolatey I thought I was gonna have to call Jesus and a cardiologist. You can’t just eat one of these. One turn into three, three turn into regret, and next thing you know you hidin’ the pan like it’s evidence. I told her, ‘Girl, you put all your feelings in this batter!’ These brownies’ll make you forget why you was mad, why you was sad, and why you came in the kitchen in the first place. Now don’t eat ‘em late at night unless you ready to repent… ’cause they sweet, they thick, and they’ll have you talkin’ to yourself in the mirror. Now hush…gimme one more ‘fore somebody else find out how good these is.