Well this just chaps my hide something awful.
It turns out that some cake-soaking commie bastard left my cake outside. In the rain. What the hell? What kind of inconsiderate asshat does something like that? Ugh. I can't take this. I mean, it took so long to bake it, and I'll probably never have that recipe again.
Son of a bitch.
I will now be forever haunted by that sweet, green icing flowing down.
Whoever you are, wherever you are, I hope you're happy.
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I bet it was those old men playing checkers by the trees.
ReplyDeleteThey looked like commie bastards.