I'm shit out of luck. There, I said it. No sh@t or sh#t or sh—t. Just plain old non-politically-correct no-nonsense shit. For you see, I scratched my blue buttocks and I had this vision of riches untold. A vision of success and freedom. A vision of bye bye boss I'm outa here see you later sucker! And all it would take was some water, flour and a bunch of eggs. Ah… and a pinch of talent. Stir! Okay, let me show you what I mean.
This is Angie's butterfly cake. It's big, shiny and smooth. And you bet your sweet um... tooth it tastes like heaven. Something tells me lots of folk out there would be interested in ordering a cake from the Missus. Water, flour and a bunch of eggs. Ah… and a pinch of talent. Which I, unfortunately, don't have (except, of course, in the hippo snoring department). If I did, I would bake cakes that would make Buddy want to hire me, and I'd say no. Sorry, Buddy. The point is, I find it incredibly frustrating that Angie Dear doesn't want to start her own business, have her cake and eat it too. So here I am, too broke to afford Dr. Freud, spilling my guts out to you free of charge Facebook style. I mean, the things that woman can do with her fingers!
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And it's not like I didn't try to set up a business for her. I got her an actual dot com thingie, which cost me a whopping grand total of $12. Next, I used my old-school Paint That Cake skills to convince her this was not just another one of my bad ideas—It's a brilliant idea. Kaching!—meaning I started working on a couple of mind-blowing cake designs which I can't show you lest Buddy will steal them, and I even made her twenty or so silicone molds (SILICONE MOLDS!) based on traditional Indian ornaments, which she could use to decorate her cakes and be the only one in the entire universe and beyond to have those wonderful yum yum edible Indian ornaments. There's got to be a market! And a cowboy making Indian ornaments… that's got to be a first. I know, I'm a good hubster. Now where's my cake?
What do you think? Should she give it a try?
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|You would buy it, right? No? Eat me!|