I have a recipe for chocolate pound cake that has never failed me. Until tonight. Post culinary-disaster conversation:
Me: This never happened, and I’ve been baking this cake for thirty-five years!
Tim: Thirty-five years? That’s a long time. What are you using, an Easy-Bake Oven?
HA!
Ahhhh the Gays…. such a witty bunch.
We often smell nice too.
I expect to see that line in a future book.
Yours, or ours?
Oh, and ‘anonymous’ is me. Again. (I’m such a dumbass.)
FARB
MmmmMmMmmm….Pound Cake.
Tim, don’t knock it ’til you’ve tried it — easy bake ovens kick ass!
Screw the Easy-Bake Oven! What if you’re entertaining? Do you need to throw four steaks onto the chandelier the night before?
omg, that’s a good one!
Becky, you’re wrong. Lesbians are funny!
Becky, you’re wrong. Lesbians are funny!
You are an evil queen.
I think that’s the first time anyone’s ever called me an evil queen. It’s cause I’m in my thirties now, isn’t it?
Ageist bitch.
Whew. For a second, I thought you said aging bitch.