Here is a picture for your mind. Before I create it, take a moment to clear your mental palate. Take a drink of water from the well of silence.
I love cake and I especially love bringing cake to a birthday party. Yesterday I went to celebrate a friend's such date, and I made cupcakes for the occasion. As I was decorating them, I was trying to think what would be appropriate. Frosting bullets? Marzipan firecrackers? An engine block? A wrench?
Well, we dug around and found some most appropriate candles - little red ones. I'm sure you know which ones I'm talking about. Think back to childhood and independence celebrations. They were really there for decoration, but I should have known better - knowing whose birthday it was.
What started out as cupcakes fit for the cover of better homes and gardens, ended up a salt/peter chocolate sprinkle exploded chocolate mess. Frosting liberated from the cupcakes was deposited on shirts, eyebrows and in hair. Not to mention the earsplitting !!BANG!! Yes, not only were the cupcakes on fire when I got there, they exploded all over the guests. They were pretty yummy too.
So, I think I've just added a new weapon to the hbomb arsenal. Here's the haiku Therm came up after I harassed him and Stuart about counting during our conversation.
I'm doing haiku
that is why I am counting
don't fuck with me bitch
I love my friends.