holy wedding cakes! why do i even do them? i always kill myself when i do them, and i always, yes always, f*ck something up in the process. this time it was buttercream with salted butter, apparently costco decides to package the salted butter in blue, they just have to do it differently than everyone else don't they? sheisters! i think it's still useable though, i just added extra kahlua. i have at least taken a bit more time with these cakes than i normally do, hence the ability to post at the wee hours, even though i should be aslumber. and i have decided that dummy cakes are dumb. just get the damn wedding cake, i have to decorate the fake cakes anyways. how does that help me out, aside from ease of transport? enough about sweets, i get to the point where sugar makes me wanna vomit. blechk!
on another note, i am a full-fledged boob squisher now. i have fondled more women in the past 2 days than any man who might be reading this page has in their lifetime, i think. let me just say this, if you were ever considering implants, or you have a friend considering implants, please do them a favor and ixnay that shite. seriously, there is no shame like the implant displacement views we have to do. think about those 60 year old women with their hard calcified implants, not so pretty... i'll let you ponder that thought, it's really just too brilliant to neglect you of that.
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god, you're funny, you boob squisher, you!
did you take photos of your cakes? post some freeking pix of your hard work!
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