The Last Birthday Cake sat in silence on the kitchen table,
as birthday cakes are wont to do.
In the midnight dark
of birthday eve expectations, The Last Birthday Cake waited, motionless and
silent, like his friend, Ninja Birthday Cake (dec’d), except with less martial
arts training and fewer lethal instincts.
The Last Birthday
Cake: like the Last Mohican, only with more candles and a hairstyle which
conformed.
To be discontinued…
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