It was sort of based off a smlove, but because I have only so much of a deathwish, I left off the crust, caramel, and pecans, and instead just made it in a springform pan. Oh, and I kind of kludged all the rest of the ingredients and substituted this and that and... well, anyway, it was a smlove at heart.
(The fact that it contained seventeen ounces of chocolate and no small amount of Cap'n Morgan's might have had something to do with its ridiculous sexosity. Yes, Pound Plus, you're reading that right. But hey, it's not all bad! We have fruit in the background, or something. Yeah.)
(Don't even try to tell me that's not the sexiest thing since time began.)
(Just thinking about the smell of this thing is getting me a little high.)
Go! Do! Make a smlove! If I can nearly kill my entire family and all our acquaintances with just one layer... man, I don't even want to imagine the colossal damage one so inclined could inflict with a full-on smlove attack. It boggles the mind.