Alerted by doire, an OTF wank about the stuff on top of cakes. I nearly pissed myself laughing. Fortunately the bathroom is right next to the study. /TMI
Especially this thread. The highlight of which was
puipui: Right. We used to have to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before we went to bed, drink a cup of acid, work 29 hours a day at the mill and pay the mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home our Dad would kill us and then dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah while eating cake frosted with buttercream icing made out of our own ashes.As she says elsewhere, "They are wanking about frosting. They are wanking about frosting. That is so, so, so beautiful. *wipes away a single happy tear*."
Fine. Tomorrow I shall return to my Culturally Significant musings about Daisan no Teikoku. Yeah, right. 'Foreseeing their approaching defeat, before the War's end the German Nazi regime and the Japanese imperialists formed an underground secret society to control the world's finances. Odessa: *all* of whose members are heavy-lidded kohl-eyed beauties, and 95% of whom have been suborned by the other side.'