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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?

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Romping of the Beloved Monarch


Brooke made a request. It has been granted, with great aplomb I might add.

5 Comments:

  • At 1:18 PM, Blogger Scarlet Hip said…

    That is so hot. The check is in the mail.

     
  • At 10:28 AM, Blogger Ubermilf said…

    Well, stop your romping and start stomping. One of your beloved subjects is being mistreated:

    Johnny Cupcakes Ripped Off by Urban Outfitters

     
  • At 7:22 PM, Blogger Scarlet Hip said…

    If you are waiting for that check before you write a new post, well let's just say this will be your last post.

    Yes, that was a hint. Geez. Come on already.

     
  • At 7:22 PM, Blogger Scarlet Hip said…

    My word verification was benob.

    hehehe

     
  • At 5:13 AM, Blogger Michelle Souliere said…

    Brooke-- I almost believed you. But then a crepe told me over breakfast that I was wasting my time. It was all a SHAM!!! I cried into my syrup for hours.

    Ubermilf-- Urban Outfitters deserves unmitigated bludgeoning for such outrageous filthy cheating. I think I would like to smite them. REPEATEDLY. Anyone that clever with cupcakes, as Johnny Cupcakes is, should be rewarded, not robbed!!! Gah.

    Brooke-- Benob! Hmm... Sort of like Benobs and Broosticks???

     

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