July 23, 2008
In anticipation
of Cindy’s upcoming birthday, I present to you Cake Wrecks should you require examples of How Not.
“Happy” Birthday Cindy will not do.
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of Cindy’s upcoming birthday, I present to you Cake Wrecks should you require examples of How Not.
“Happy” Birthday Cindy will not do.
15 Responses to “In anticipation”
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I see a lot of opportunity here.
Yeah. Me, too. I don’t always, you know, like, say what I mean. If you get what I mean.
Much inspiration at the Cake Wrecks site.
I’m thinking donkeys. I’m thinking squirrels. I’m thinking oh-so-many things.
Do take a look at Lost in Translation. (I thought the post’s title was kind of Cindy-ish, too, on account of the Bill Murray connection.)
Oh, this is too good. Y’all could be virtually very mean to me on my 50th birthday. Or even not virtually. What virtue is there to meanness, after all?
Thanks for the warning. I’m getting kind of scared.
“No pleasure but meanness.”
Nah. I really think there are fewer things more hateful (okay, at the mild end of the scale) than marking someone’s natal anniversary with signs and symbols saying, “One foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel”. Seriously. Because, sure, it’s true, but it’s not true as well, and which is better to believe?
So even though I started this, Cindy, know that if anyone does anything mean to you on or near your birthday, they will feel my wrath.
Why, thank you, Sheilababy. But it’s okay. I kind of like meanness if it’s coming from people I know to be friends. About anything but being fat, that is. That’s too mean.
Tracy, goddammit, if you say something about my being fat, I’ll find you in Iowa. I’m not kidding. God damn it.
You’re a tougher chick than I am, Cindy.
That’s because I’m an old chicken.
What “happened” to Amber? Did she drown in milk while wearing a bronze tiara?
You quit that talk, girl. That’s self-denigrating! And it’s not even true.
“We” prefer not to discuss what befell Anber.
That ornament on the cake is the piece of furniture molding that broke off when she fell and hit her head on it.
Daryl, that suggests a whole new realm of memorial/funerary cake decoration incorporating a sliver of whatever it was did the person in.
Sheila, that’s like the other side of the Inuit notion that it’s a good idea to eat a small piece of the liver of the person you kill. But now I’m seeing cakes with axes and guns on them. Maybe busted sugar cubes that look like crack.
I’m thinking maybe I don’t care to have a cake next time the birthday monster comes around.