Last year I made a friend my first foul-mouthed cake. Everyone thought it was pretty fuckin’ inappropriate at the time, but I decided to outdo myself with a shit-ton of mother fuckin’ inappropriateness on her most recent birthday cake. How could I outdo myself? With OctoVag!
All vaginas have a beauty all of their own. I call this work of vaginal art OctoVag.
I bought this octopus mold a couple of months prior to the making of this cake knowing that I would use it for my friend, but, at the time, I had no precise plans for it. As with all great artists, the fucktacular idea hit me one day when I was ever-so furiously masturbating.
This octopus resembles a bunch of droopy labia and one extra pointy clitoris. Go ahead. Rub your fuckin’ nose in that clit!
Dear Foul-Mouthed Baker,
Are you still friends with this person? I don’t see how you can be, since you are obviously a MEGA cunt. Also, I bet your cakes taste like shit and your face is stupid.
Best,
Concerned About Your Social Life
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Howdy Concerned About Your Social Life,
We are still MEGA best forever friends. My friends heart diabeetus and jokes, but especially diabeetus.
Go Fuck Yourself,
The Foul-Mouthed Baker
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The Foul-Mouthed Baker 
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