Too usually I have been accused of creating you readers hungry with my regular parade of candy-coated misspellings and butchered bakery items.
Effectively, NO MORE!
Or at the least not for as we speak.
Right here, I am going to ease you in slowly, in case you are mid coffee-sip:
That is your spleen…or presumably an enormous tumor…on cupcakes.
Any questions?
I have been informed there aren’t any accidents in life; solely studying experiences. If that is true, then we’re all about to be taught one thing crucial:
Some bakers get sick if you happen to feed them too many mini-marshmallows.
Additionally, we’re not hungry. No, none of us. Now go away. Shoo.
Earlier than you ask, this “cake” was being served at a buffet restaurant, and no, that is not mildew:
It simply seems to be like mildew. Thereby saving the institution actually dozens of {dollars} of their dessert finances, I am certain. (Jogs my memory of the restaurant with sweet sprinkles on their sushi rolls. Hey… do you suppose it is the identical place?)
I am not likely certain what’s occurring in there, but it surely’s a protected guess you are not getting your little plastic purse again.
The tag on this subsequent one says, “Freshly made in retailer by our bakers.”
And thank goodness for that! There’s simply nothing worse than stale vomit from some manufacturing unit, am I proper?
Additionally…are these…olives? (Deep breaths, Jen…deep…breaths…)
Baker by day, retirement-center barber by night time?
EWWWWWWW.
Okay, I simply made MYSELF gag. Urg. And no, I do not know what the “hair” is absolutely. Let’s simply attempt not to consider it too arduous, okay?
Hey, now, WHAT DID I JUST SAY?
Ah, effectively, don’t fret. Somebody’ll simply stick that on the clearance rack later.
You understand, as soon as it cools.
Because of Rob A., Emily F., Dani S., Andrea & Anne Marie, Mim & Vince, Lisa D., & Regina G. for the uplifting chucking expertise. Who’s hungry now, bee-yotches? HUH?
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For some purpose this put up is simply calling out for butt-themed residence decor, do not you agree?
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And from my different weblog, Epbot:
