Munchies for Brownies

I confess.
I can get downright domestic if I have to or want to.
Like tonight. No dessert, and a candy bar was just not gonna cut it.

I raided the pantry and avast ye, no brownie mixes in sight.
Not a one. I didn't feel like baking a cake, go figure.
I wanted brownies, motherfucker, and I want them now.
Well, ok, not so much as now, but after prep and baking time now.

Baking a cake, I'd PREFER to bake chocolate cakes from scratch.
Yeah, you read right. We're talking flour, cocoa, salt, baking soda, etc.

But brownies, I usually say fuck it, gimme the Betty Crocker/Duncan Hines (with a goddamn 's') like it fuckin' says on the box. Yeah, I forgot to add, I get downright vicious when I need a fix of pure chocolate. Downright.

So... I want brownies. I said that already. So I am currently baking them as I type. 6 more minutes in the oven. Then it shall be mmm-mmm goodness.