The Giant Noodle
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So a new Italian bakery opened down the street and I want to have a look-see.
Popped in and the smell of butter creme dominated my nostrils.
They had cakes, cookies, artisan breads, crackers.... you name it. Well the only thing I really could afford and that I wanted to try (no nuts in it) was this red cake. I dont think I ever HAD red cake before. :roll: Anyhew, I plunked over my $3 and off I went. Back to my home in EAGER anticipation of eating the hell out of this creation from my new discovered, possibly evil, store. I opened the door jumped over the cats that have been waiting for me, rushed over to the drawer with my special thick fork, purchaced ONLY for special occasion as holding large steaks down.... or in this case, peeling off layers of cake and butter creme. My moutch watering, I quickly open the clear plastic container and toss the now obsolete lid to the side. I dig it! The fork enters the layers of creme and cake and I can feel resistance! This is no light fluffy pastry! I scoop out a corner and move the golf club-like fork into my pie-hole. It was.... realllllllllly good. Better than sex perhaps. Definately better than sex with any woman that is in the cast of Sex And The City (movies AND TV )
So tonight my friends.... when you lie next to your partner in bed (for Standup Chuck it could be partnerS) think of me.... and the red cake.
Popped in and the smell of butter creme dominated my nostrils.
They had cakes, cookies, artisan breads, crackers.... you name it. Well the only thing I really could afford and that I wanted to try (no nuts in it) was this red cake. I dont think I ever HAD red cake before. :roll: Anyhew, I plunked over my $3 and off I went. Back to my home in EAGER anticipation of eating the hell out of this creation from my new discovered, possibly evil, store. I opened the door jumped over the cats that have been waiting for me, rushed over to the drawer with my special thick fork, purchaced ONLY for special occasion as holding large steaks down.... or in this case, peeling off layers of cake and butter creme. My moutch watering, I quickly open the clear plastic container and toss the now obsolete lid to the side. I dig it! The fork enters the layers of creme and cake and I can feel resistance! This is no light fluffy pastry! I scoop out a corner and move the golf club-like fork into my pie-hole. It was.... realllllllllly good. Better than sex perhaps. Definately better than sex with any woman that is in the cast of Sex And The City (movies AND TV )
So tonight my friends.... when you lie next to your partner in bed (for Standup Chuck it could be partnerS) think of me.... and the red cake.