better than sex?
I made dinner for some friends this evening and decided to finally pull out the Paula Deen cake recipe. Because, seriously. If a cake is called "Is it Really Better Than Sex?" Cake, one must make it. In case you're curious, it's a yellow cake mix, although I used vanilla, soaked with crushed pineapple, smothered in vanilla pudding, and topped with REAL whipped cream and toasted coconut.
So you're probably wondering, was it better than sex?
The Consensus:
Me: Was it really better than sex?
Dave: I don't know. I've only been having it for three minutes.
::long pause::
Jen: Well, then you're just about done, right? And notice how I'm still working on mine. BY MYSELF.
Dave: Here let me help you. ::pokes her cake with fork::
Me: ::rudely wakes Mia up from a nap after the dishes:: MIA! Was it better than sex?*
Mia: Yeah, and I fell asleep right after, too.
Jen and Dave's display following dinner may prove the cake could lead to some good foreplay.
My parents are coming down for my sister's concert tomorrow and to hang out with us. I will be sharing the cake with them. I won't be asking them this question.
*This was not an appropriate question for her, as she has nothing to compare it to.
So you're probably wondering, was it better than sex?
The Consensus:
Me: Was it really better than sex?
Dave: I don't know. I've only been having it for three minutes.
::long pause::
Jen: Well, then you're just about done, right? And notice how I'm still working on mine. BY MYSELF.
Dave: Here let me help you. ::pokes her cake with fork::
Me: ::rudely wakes Mia up from a nap after the dishes:: MIA! Was it better than sex?*
Mia: Yeah, and I fell asleep right after, too.
Jen and Dave's display following dinner may prove the cake could lead to some good foreplay.
My parents are coming down for my sister's concert tomorrow and to hang out with us. I will be sharing the cake with them. I won't be asking them this question.
*This was not an appropriate question for her, as she has nothing to compare it to.