Cake Week
If The Mayor was asked to rate Cake Week between 1 – 10, The Mayor would have to say yes. Those are his true feelings, there’s no hitting the delete button now.
A “You’re Adopted” cake seems kind of harsh when you look at it on the surface, but when delivered by a cat who looks as if it’s about to break out laughing, well, that’s outstanding. Truth be told, it probably makes being adopted fun. The Mayor now wishes he was adopted. Just so he can have a laughing cat deliver him tragic news.
Now is a good time to end Cake Week. If Cake Week were a horse we would have shot it by now.
May 13th, 2011 at 10:29 pm
I don’t feel it was tragic news to me that I was adopted, perhaps that socialists adopted me was somewhat tragic, but in a bizarre twist, it enabled me to practically get away with murder and in fact was excellent training for my adulthood of practically getting away with murder, and for seeing bullshit for what it actually is. So it all worked out.
Most of the cakes of my childhood were of the mix type although for birthdays there was always “The Wooden Shoe”, the dutch being excellent bakers.
There was a fight today at work on the 12th floor, my white friend has 3 days to think about how he speaks with lebanese folks at work. I had an argument with the leb on monday, the shouting danced and echoed against the bare concrete. A piece of advise: don’t try to out-shout a divorced guy with 5 kids… Anyways, nothing happened to me, possibly because of my past adoption, and I’m handicapped too with my corrective lenses.
Did you know that if you take your coffee break on a level instead of marching down endless flights of stairs to the lunch room / supplies room, it gives one time to er… expel some unignited acetylene into some of the copper pipes being soldered. you “cap it” with a tiny piece of Kleenex™ in the pipe, and when the other guy comes back from his calming coffee break to finish his soldering work he ignites the Kleenex™. To howls of delight from those unfunny white fuckers on the 8th level. Acetylene is also an outstanding product for use in every child’s favorite, the potato gun. It puts hairspray to shame, giving a far more authentic k-boom. Sometimes all the oxygen in the copper pipe will get all used up in the first k-boom, then a series of smaller k-booms will start. Almost like the gas is laughing with us …
May 14th, 2011 at 1:08 am
What, no oxygen to add to the mix?
May 14th, 2011 at 10:34 am
Those stuffed cat ornaments are rather popular with children these days.
May 16th, 2011 at 6:33 pm
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