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.