I am anti-bacheleorette


“Seriously???” I would exclaim.

The idea of debauchery as a last celebration of singledom appalled me. And parading around in a white veil with idiotic games…

But then I was given a penis cake mold.

And I couldn’t help but create something. The ideas kept flowing through my head and I couldn’t stop it. I had to make it.

I found colorful cake mix, took the frosting from Whole Foods (there’s only one kind that’s gluten-free, dairy-free, egg-free, organic) and cheap decorative items.

Making it real.  Really real.

And allow the future Mrs. Bobbit to have fun.

Slicing up the balls

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