Both Andy and Steve have a birthday within three weeks of each-other… So for dart/poker/wii night we baked ’em a cake and subbed out the usual crappy comfort guy food, (pizza rolls and the like), with a beef tenderloin roast, fresh baguettes, cheese, sour-cream horseradish sauce… *faints*

Since the guys are technically our fag-stags – Chad and Kevin fashioned the cake into something decidedly hetero.

and ya wanna know something? – I think I could probably play with a pair of brests providing they’re covered with Kevin’s buttercream icing.

*faints again*

notice: The custom confection pictured above was, by design and intention, to be of questionable social taste. (*As well as taste delicious). Symbolically speaking – it’s as if we’re saying:

“Look – we’re all great friends and are similar in so many ways… well.. except one big one – so if we point it out, embrace it, lampoon it – it’s a way of saying “Happy Birthday Guys – we love you… umm..”

*cough*

“….like in a guy way…. no funny stuff…. besides I know yo’ beotches and they’d cut us if we ever laid a paw on you.”

kidding! I know Leah and Elise don’t carry knives.”…..
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/fuckingwithyou

so… that’s the honest to goodness truth in intention…

Any objectification of the female form, mockery of the victims of Thalidomide or endorsement of canibalism is purely ancillary.

/disclaimer