England’s Diary: Scones? Or Rocks?

Dear Diary, first off. I AM NOT GIRLY FOR MAKING THIS!! Also my scones aren’t that bad! I remember when Alfred was a child and loved my scones, he loved them so much we even played hide and seek before eating them, aah~ good time.

So, today the frog came over my place to teach how to cook [Stupid bloody frog! He wouldn’t know flavor if it bite in the arse!] I kicked him out of my house and threw all his cooking books away…But for some odd reason I found a photo album with the frogs name on it and pictures of me in it…

Any who, Alfred came over and wanted borrow my whisk, but before I let him borrow it I made him some fresh scones! They smelled so good, I basically had force Alfred to eat them [He can be so stubborn now and days!]  Sadly I had to pay him a favor to get him to eat my scones…[The favor was to not ask him to eat my scones ever…But before he left he said rocks taste better! [The flavorless fatass!]

And lastly I’ve come a point where I Kind of think my taste buds have gone slightly off [Just slightly] But who know, I’ve been eating such wonderful scones that probably it was to delicious for my weak taste buds and gave out. But I’m not a doctor so it clearly doesn’t matter.