The King of Cake in your face

Smush your face into my cake, or I'll smush my cake into your face. That's the long and the short of it. Who wants frosting?

Monday, June 19, 2006

Boobah Menace

Right. I tell you, it appeared on my table. I approached it bleary-eyed, fresh from slumber on a trip to the kitchen to get some past-midnight milk and cookies. I flipped on the overhead light when my squinting in the dim light was to no avail. And then I SHRIEKED!!!

Terrifying, just terrifying. I had to call a friend over in the morning to rid my kitchen of this looming fortress of the colorful fiends. (luckily I have friends that will come and eat anything without asking any questions)

I hid in the basement to avoid hearing the tiny screams.

Somewhere out there, I have a very nasty enemy.


  • At 9:14 AM, Blogger Übermilf said…

    They've struck the cupcake world, too!

    What can we do? The confectionary world is UNDER ATTACK!

  • At 10:30 AM, Blogger King of Cake said…

    Good lord... MAN THE CATAPAULTS!!!

  • At 3:11 PM, Blogger Brookelina said…

    Kill them before they multiply!

  • At 7:45 AM, Blogger King of Cake said…

    Stepping on them seems to work fairly well.

  • At 4:24 AM, Blogger Übermilf said…

    But they squeak and leave a runny discharge.

  • At 5:01 AM, Blogger King of Cake said…

    Fortunately, as you can see, the cake had those terrifying pointy things on top of it already, which served nicely as skewers.

    It was all a bit traumatic.

    I threw the mop out when I was done, needless to say. GAH!!!!


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