I’ve been making all sorts of new dishes, but it has been a while since I’ve decorated anything. The holiday season makes me feel all kinds of creative, especially with dick-shaped items.
The cookie blueprints are always the first step, as the ideas come to life when I draw them like a first-grader on paper.
Dick cookie blueprints are important shit. Also, that turkey is cute as fuck.
After you have baked and cooled your cocks you can start decorating them.
If you need some help with baking and forming the penis cookies, see a few tips from previous posts:
- Dick-Shaped Hot Air Balloon Cookies
- Valentine’s Day Penis Cookies
- Christmas Cock Cookies
- Dicktacular Holiday Cookies
As you can see, the holidays are a great time to make and distribute some fucktacular cockies (cock + cookies = cockies).
Decorating one cockie at a time is hard, so I usually do one color across all the cockies at once.
One shitty color at a time.
Then, add a couple more colors.
This shit is almost done!
The fuckin’ guests have arrived!
All the mother fuckin’ guests have arrived.
Here’s the artist’s (that’s me!) interpretation of the first Thanksgiving. Yes, I do imagine everyone as a dick. Yes, even you.
A pilgrim, a Native American, and a turkey have dinner together and nothing bled but their fuckin’ hearts.
There’s No Turkey On The Table. What The Fuck?
For a long time I suffered like most ‘Muricans and ate turkey every Thanksgiving. I say “suffered” because I thought turkey tasted like shit, but I had to eat some or I couldn’t have any cookies. When I became an adult, I ate turkey because (1) everyone else did, (2) I didn’t want to hurt the cook’s feelings, and (3) I didn’t think much about the food I was putting in my mouth and where it came from. I rewarded myself with cookies before and after completion of this fowl task. (Get it? Fowl = foul! Yes, I hate myself a lil’ bit for that pun, and even more for explaining that shit.)
I gave up eating animals when I went vegan, but I honestly still did not care about birds like I do mammals. It is hard to shake a fuckin’ unfounded hatred of birds (or anything) when you’ve had it most of your life.
To try and break from my speciesist ways, I watch Interweb videos of animals I don’t like too much being cute as fuck. I found the following video of a woman who rescues a couple of turkeys every Thanksgiving.
I’m glad my HOA doesn’t allow for farm animals or I’d be two turkeys away from crazy town.
Well, I do have four cats, so I’m already in crazy town.
Fuck.
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The Foul-Mouthed Baker 