I confess. I go to a party, take a few pictures of humans, and a hundred pictures of anything with butter cream. It kind of makes you wonder who I consider my real friends.
Daisy didn’t know it, but for my birthday last October, she gave me an article of clothing that possesses Super Hero powers. It wards off cake attacks of all kinds. I have no idea why this is true. But if an overflow of butter cream threatens the world order, I don my I Heart Cupcakes t-shirt, and I’m transformed into someone who isn’t remotely tempted to eat the frosting to death. It makes me super human: I can throw frosting away. Like in the trash. Shocking.
I use it sparingly. What will I do if it wears out?
I had it on all day today. Worked. There was an attempted mugging by a donut AND a slice of lemon cake: both were unable to penetrate the t-shirt force field.
Something very mysterious is at work here. I know the t-shirt came from a bakery. What kind of bakery makes an anti-sugar force field? It’s a front. I think the government is experimenting on us again. Maybe it’s a Bakery version of Area 51.
Or a beta version battle-field body armor, should we ever decide to invade France’s bakery arrondissement?
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In other news, TLH now has an Archive page. You can go read posts alllll the way back to 2008, if you are brave enough to dig into the rusting Unicode of history.
