A few days before my father’s birthday, I asked my mother, “hey, can we make father a poop emoji cake?” Sure, she gave me a light look for a few seconds, then said we could try. So on his birthday, he took my two brother’s out to Fun World, while me and mother stayed home to make the cake. It was going great for the beginning, until we tried to stack and carve. Fine for the first two layers, but when we tried for a third it crumbled from the middle out. We tried to say it with the hard shell Hershey syrup and put it in the freezer. When we looked at it after cleaning, it was a mess . . . The freezer, the cake, everything. We cleaned up and when later that night rolled around and everyone saw it we laughed. Despite the looks, it tasted really good. Got what we asked for, and it does look like someone crapped on a plate. So win for me!
P.S, the cake was chocolate-banana if you were wondering.
P.P.S, sorry for the crappy picture, my tablet camera is very blurry.


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