Describe your favorite piece of cake in a way that I would want to buy a slice
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speculawyer
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The cake is a lie.
backflip10019
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Fucking delicious as fuck.
Salvor.Hardin
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Oozing with booty sweat.
H.Protagonist
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A slice of decadent fury that tiddles the nether regions and recalls the feeling of bitter youth that haunted you until the rutilant glow of adulthood shone mightily upon the foreign shore of your dreams.
computers putin'
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You can have sex with it too.
Dark Stalkers
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shit is off the chain, yo
oh you gamers
LyleLanley
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"It's Red Velvet"
KO Traveling Hobo
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Recent studies performed by several of the world's leading research institutes have discovered that consumption of ice cream cake not only increase the size of the penis in males and breasts in women, but also helps to prevent wrinkles, hair loss, and weight gain.
Tornado Condor
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Fucking gamers!
SpectreFire
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It comes with a hooker.
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Devolution
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Be sure to use the word decadent.
Feeling the rapture grow, like a flame burning brightly. But when she left, gone was the glow of Red Velvet. But in my heart there will always be, precious and warm, a memory, through the years, and I can still taste Red Velvet through my tears.
Don't use that, you'll get done for plagiarism.
I'm a man of the Black Forest myself. Not sure how I'd describe that, probably just say you've Gateau get yourself a slice of this. I doubt a pun is what they're looking for.
Don't use that, you'll get done for plagiarism.
or would you? the song's about Blue Velvet, you could plead ignorance. Or buy rights to the song.
I'm a man of the Black Forest myself. Not sure how I'd describe that, probably just say you've Gateau get yourself a slice of this. I doubt a pun is what they're looking for.
Banana Cake
So good, it feels like if you had a home in between Selma Hayek's tits with a vacation cabin on Vida Guerra's vagina, so you can go and hunt in her pubes. So good, it feels like your penis is the Tower of Pisa, even though crooked, everyone wants to visit it. So good, it feels like your chest hair makes bald men want to be you, even though you are bald too.
So good, it feels like if you had a home in between Selma Hayek's tits with a vacation cabin on Vida Guerra's vagina, so you can go and hunt in her pubes. So good, it feels like your penis is the Tower of Pisa, even though crooked, everyone wants to visit it. So good, it feels like your chest hair makes bald men want to be you, even though you are bald too.
crowphoenix
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It's like cheese. But cake!
Question that showed up on this application I'm filling out for a job. Currently writing a sensual description of Red Velvet cake, but I was wondering how you guys would sell your favorites.
Edit: If I get the job I'll post what I wrote
LOL, what kind of job is it?
She rests not upon that mountain of society, with the Velvets, those ladies of the vogue. She is not associated with the Bakers, and their airy displays of just-as-important-as-taste. No, instead, she rests with us, the common folk, and she is happy. She is simple, mere specks of color her adornment, content with any-and-all. We love her for it, she of the one-fifty-box.
Grandeur is best experienced in slices.
Grandeur is best experienced in slices.
Barista! The place is a coffee shop/bakery hahah
TOO TALL® Tuxedo Truffle Cake
Well I don't have a lot of imagination for this, so here's the official description:
Thanks, now I'm gonna make some Nainamo bars and get fat.
The Wire of cakes.
It has the fiery color and weathered texture of an abandoned Orange couch, so moist you'll believe an incontinent addict slept here last night. A haunting flavor that whistles somewhere in the vacants, as it approaches you, confidently, finally blasting you in the chest with both barrels. An experience so addictive, you'll let friends die and family disown you, all for the fix. Yes, there's a thin line between heaven and here.
It has the fiery color and weathered texture of an abandoned Orange couch, so moist you'll believe an incontinent addict slept here last night. A haunting flavor that whistles somewhere in the vacants, as it approaches you, confidently, finally blasting you in the chest with both barrels. An experience so addictive, you'll let friends die and family disown you, all for the fix. Yes, there's a thin line between heaven and here.
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