This was one of those times when I used my skills of interpretation. The task of today’s awesomeness (from steffmetal.com) was to take a batch of cookies to the “local metal bar”.
I interpreted “local metal bar” as “parents house”. it might sound like a leap, but check out this individual:
She’s
-underage
-has a skull tattoo
-has crazy hair
-has crazy eyes
-is topless
-began cross-dressing* immediately after this photo was taken.
-flails a LOT
I was going to cook meringues but Mum** wanted me to cook cake instead. So I did.
I know, I know – it looks like I just vomited onto a plate. I promise it was actually chocolate cake, and rather good too.
*ie, she wore a blue onesie.
**er. . . the band?
All the best chocolate cakes are messy.
Ooh! New challenge, if you want to put it in – eating cake with chopsticks (best done as a team)!
W: I’m so in. It’s on the list.
W: I’ll break my diet for that!!!!
Louise: make sure you invite me!!
Ann: It’s next Monday at my place. Dinner at 7pm, then cake, then you can leave and we’ll talk christian stuff (not that you’re not welcome to stay).
I forgot to ask – What did you do to the icing to give it that chunky spew effect?
Ann: Lol! I melted chocolate, mixed it with cream (the cream was cold, which was the main issue), poured it over the cake, and sprinkled pink margarita-rim sugar on top.
Nice and I have make 50 friends