kaiser715
Doing hard time
- Joined
- Jun 1, 2006
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- 7, Pocket, NC
I'm glad the Internet wasn't around when i did all my stupid shit.
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My mom, the home-ec teacher, was either laughing or crying in heaven today. I was laughing so hard I was crying.
I decided to make myself a birthday cake like she used to. I failed. Cake layers were beautiful, until I made icing and put it all together. It looked fantastic, for a few minutes.
Then the top half split into thirds, and slid onto the counter in pieces. The second layer couldn't even stay in place.
I ended up just picking up the remnants of the top third with bare hands and gooping it all onto a second plate.
When Renee came home, she said I am no longer allowed to do anything without adult supervision.
What do yall think my home-ec grade would be?
The cake:
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The aftermath, top layer:
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The aftermath, bottom 2/3:
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At least the cupcakes turned out presentable:
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Shes just got a big ol chaw of Redman in.
I told the wife that deer had a big ol dip in and we could call her swole jaw, then she said, “nah, we will call her ball face”Shes just got a big ol chaw of Redman in.

I stand corrected. They're actually "dranks". I found this sign in my barn from when my son Stephen decided that to make some money he would sell us "dranks" from our own refrigerator, that we had already paid forSame.
Duane