My main man Barry from the Upper Crust brought in his lovely lady and friends to the East Coast Grill for brunch to celebrate the birthday of Earl, and I waited on them. A cake and cock candles were given to the hostess by Barry for after the meal, but she forgot to mention them to me. Unfortunately I did not see them in the refrigerator and they were not on the cake when I carried it out to Earl for his birthday.
Fortunately, I am a wily captain of that old brunch, and in minutes returned with the cock candles embedded in a honey-drenched, firmly packed mound of cornbread: a veritable “moist muffin.” Without song, or any sound, indeed silence itself, I delivered this glistening nugget, these flaming penises. And I said to him, “Earl, it’s your lucky day…”
Meow, I am cruising along the highway on BearForce1. Reaching up to the Burrito That Has Been Promised burning penis candles for fuel. It’s right. On track. You are the BearForce1.
now i understand why you were so charming to a VERY belated brunch b-day dessert! the fact that i found you cutting the cake yourself while the kitchen merely flanked your sides made me insane and somewhat unhinged (what’s new). thank god the universe hmmm, (your blog/no god) provides answers.
happy birthday, earl-y-poo!!!