Monday Tea: Evening Cake
Regardless, the news was almost as delicious as my last bite of cake!
Cake...
Syn then began to feed him cake, and the only thing that alexander could think was "this is good cake..."
Golgo 13 and reincarnation
The secret of 'golgo 13'" and to my surprise. she peeled off her top and underneath were layers upon layers of spongy, porous, dyed cake. ann hathaway is made of cake.
Strange flavor
To their left, a plethora of cakes for many other clients the hyena was hired by.to their right, two cakes on a small platform. one was a three tier wedding cake, while the other was a simple slice of chocolate cake.
Tiramisu
#4 of retarded short stories writing this story was a pice of cake i was waiting at my table, in this classy restaurant called... actually do we really give a shit about the place's name seriously?
Let Them Have Cake
"just one more thing, fox, before you take this cake." don lazzaro said and held out a finger to kieran's muzzle, speaking in a low tone. "this is the only cake that could be made on such short notice. a true don lazzaro cake takes days to craft.
Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Jen
On every birthday's eve, jen, the lady cat of cake frosting, enters the bakery and signals her flock of u.f. snows to rain. frosting and sprinkles blanket the confectionary within.
Breakfast of Corn (Otherwise Untitled)
#69 of short stories a fox quietly cooks hoe cakes, hoping to provide comfort food to the jackalope who's sleeping on his couch.
Cake for a Snake
But their taste was the difference between a hand-crafted cake made from scratch by a professional chef versus a lazy bachelor tossing a cake in the oven made from boxed kit he bought at the grocery store.
The Balloon cake
Surprised, she found a slice of cake in the fridge with a note on it. please don't eat this! -aouzy taking a moment to think of the consequences, she shrugged and mashed her face in it. in seconds, the slice of cake was all over the place.
The Science of Cake
The cake they serve me is a lie!**_ _ _ _ _ this was inspired by a conversation i had with an atheist a few weeks ago that left me feeling pretty down. (ps: sally, if you're reading this, you have nothing to do with this poem!
Pride Cake
"oh wow, is this a gay wedding cake or something?" euca asked. "what? no, its a pride cake." "a pride cake?" "yeah! i feel like that i don't often express the fact that i'm gay, so i decided this month should have a change of pace."