Catching the California Wave

After much debate over the past 24 hours, I finally decided to visit an adult shop for a penis cake mold. While driving there, inexplanably, a strange song came on m Sirrius, when is normally a heavy metal station.

In a deepest of deep baritone, the man sang, “ooohh, baby, choooocolate candy….” “It’s your birthday, ohhhh, yeah….”

When I arrived, there was only one other customer in the store, a man who appeared to be in his early 20s. He was having a very serious conversation with the 40-something year old female clerk and he seemed very embarassed when I walked in. I found the penis mold within seconds, near the register.

I could tell that the man wanted the clerk to stop talking while I waited in line.

“…but this will definitely help,” she said bluntly.

“Give it a try and if it doesn’t, we can definitely try something else,” she added, reaching to ring up his mysterious purchase.

“Actually, you can go!” he said to me. I took the lead and put my cake mold on the counter.

“Is this all for you?” she asked.

“Yes, and you have no idea how hard it was to find a penis cake a day before Easter.”

The woman put her hand over her chest and began to roar.

The man slinked silently into the back of the store as I told her the story.

So, cake mold in hand, I hustled home. Honestly, I have never been more eager to bake a cake.

Since my oven is broken, I needed to use another roomies oven, Don.

While it cooked well, when I extracted it from the mold, it just looked…well, like a blob. There was not a lot of definition to the cake. I’m sure a skilled baker could do magic with the icing.

That person was not me.

There was a reason I have been designated as the pickle, drink, and olive girl at most potlucks.

I tried my best. I’m currently searching for a ring that I can use as a piercing for added flare.

Well, happy birthday, Cleave! I definitely tried and am looking forward to the Easter dinner tomorrow.

If I know this group at all, it will definitely be interesting.