There's a rather strange romance novel that defines men as being one of two things:
A Cupcake (yummy, and you can drool over him, but not that good for you)
A Muffin (not quite as yummy, but you never really get sick of them, and they are very good for you)
—Captain the Reverend Lord C.S. Rowan, Lord of Glencoe, Minister of Pastafarianism, Gentleman Pirate
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