sleepmarshes: i hope crazy butter shops open up
like special cupcake shops
really riduclously pretentious ones
but with butter
Bones: so did they just straight up make crisco illegal
sleepmarshes: i dunno
Victoriapyrrhi: they already do that for olive oil, marsh, so
that’s totally possible
sleepmarshes: hahaha
Bones: way ahead of you apparently
http://www.buttercraftpdx.com/about.html
sleepmarshes: buttercraft sounds like a skyrim skillset
Bones: or a minecraft mod
sleepmarshes: they have sweet vanilla bean butter
someone get the camera, i’m taking off my pants
Bones: strawberry
that buttercraft place is like
probably 45 mins from here
a shame
sleepmarshes: w
why is that a shame
Bones: because I’m not driving 45 mins for butter
sleepmarshes: but it’s BUTTERCRAFT
what if it’s amazing
Bones: look, they also claim they can sell me the perfect wine for reading a book
sleepmarshes: i thought we knew the pretentiousness was a default setting
Bones: I wasn’t expecting it to be THAT high
sleepmarshes: also suck my dick, i drive 45 minutes for groceries
Bones: I would drive 45 mins for groceries if I owned land and all
but since I live five minutes from cheap kerrygold, buttercraft will have to be a pipe dream
..wait, is that place in lake oswego
sleepmarshes: that sound slike a word you just made up
Victoriapyrrhi: buttercraft will be that thing you go to when you’re already going out there for something else
Bones: oh, it’s near reed
that’s why
lake oswego is like
I don’t even know how to describe it
it’s like the moon
the whole place is basically a country club
and/or winery
sleepmarshes: ah
i see
Bones: it’s where the old money is
I’ve never been to where the butter place is
I think that’s also the area where the like
sock shop is
sleepmarshes: that sounds like a strangely wistful poem
‘i’ve never been to where the butter place is’
like some margarine-based little mermaid
Victoriapyrrhi:pfffff
Bones: what a horrible mental image
sleepmarshes: part of your oleo
Victoriapyrrhi: it’s like the fucking
West for elves or whatever
Our time in this realm is done
we must away to the butterplace