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Give Her What you Can’t Tell Her: Diabeetus for Mother’s Day

7 May

I wanted to make something super fuckin’ awesome for my mother for Mother’s Day, and a delicious creamy pie with a sentimental message sounded fucktacular!

FYFI: I love living alone with my four pussies.

FYFI: I love living alone with my four pussies.

At first my mom thought the cake message was cute, but then she thought about it too much and asked if I was blaming my divorce on her. Oh, mother, you don’t understand my jokes. I’m not sure where my fucked-up sense of humor came from. Probably too many hours on the Interwebs.

My mother is very supportive. She tried to read this blog once, and made it through a whole entry before she decided that was enough. If my mother used “the F-word” she would probably say I’m pretty fucked-up, but, you know, in a loving way.

Dat side boob. I mean side view. This is a cake not a tit.

Dat side boob. I mean side view. This is a cake not a tit.

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2 Responses to “Give Her What you Can’t Tell Her: Diabeetus for Mother’s Day”

  1. carolynmonroe February 10, 2016 at 2:30 pm #

    If i wasnt vegan I would eat the shit out of that cake.

    • Foul-Mouthed Baker February 10, 2016 at 2:58 pm #

      I bet I could make a vegan version of this shit. I’ve seen recipes for vegan cadbury creme eggs…

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