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No time to explain. Cupcakes.


So this is a picture of cupcakes I stole off the internet.

Our village fête is this weekend, and we always contribute cupcakes. It’s a joint effort. Uncle B is a better baker than I am, but cupcakes are my native cuisine. It’s always *much* more drama than expected and we usually find ourselves frosting the little bastards in the wee small hours.

They don’t end up looking like this.

The first year, it was three in the morning when we made up the buttercreme and I’d had a snootful of spiritous liquors and I slipped with the food coloring, making three dozen cupcakes of such toxic pinkness I have never yet lived it down.

In my defense, we sold out of them.

So, anyway…gotta run. Timer just went.


Comment from LesterIII
Time: August 6, 2015, 10:32 pm

This immediately popped into my head. I have no idea why I am aware of this shirt/hoodie design or the site it is from, but stop fuckin’ judging me already. I know you are, so STOP IT!


Comment from LesterIII
Time: August 6, 2015, 10:35 pm

And perhaps you can get this for Uncle B in celebration of your toxic pink infamy:


Comment from QuasiModo
Time: August 6, 2015, 11:46 pm

I could totes go for some cupcakes!

Comment from Feynmangroupie
Time: August 7, 2015, 12:17 am

I started salivating when you said buttercreme

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: August 7, 2015, 12:31 pm

Pink frosting is irresistible.

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