“When you roll in Miami, you roll hard, son” Justin Bieber probably wished he said while throwing an opened water bottle at the paparazzi yesterday (above). Which sounds ineffective to us mortals, but when blessed by the smooth, manicured hands of the Maple Christ, nothing but piles of ash are left in its wake. Ash that you can sprinkle on pancakes making them remarkably delicious, but ash nonetheless. For as it is pop-and-locked.
Straight Maple Gangsta, Son. O-Syrup-G.
December 12th, 2012 // 56 Comments