No, You Can’t Smoke It

so today i made a cake. i had to because otherwise, i would have eaten all the frosting before it even had a rightful place in society. so i made the cake foundation for it.

and when i was taking said french vanilla cake out of the oven, it ripped, of course. a big jagged cut right down the bottom right corner of it. a giant maw, out of which would possibly jump little gremlins and/or tiny strippers.

so, when i was frosting it, i accentuated the crack. no use hiding flaws. people are going to see right through your deceptions.

and then using chocolate chips, i christened it: CRACK CAKE. (get it?)

now i need to find a lucky recipient of the crack cake. if it lives up to its name, it will be addictive. and cause feelings of euphoria.

i don’t have a camera so here is a recreation of CRACK CAKE using microsoft PAINT:

i love spending time with people who do as many voices, if not more voices, than you do. all of them fabulous, natch.

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