The scenario:
Mom of daughter turning 18 sends her and a group of friends to Lucky Cheng’s for dinner. For those unfamiliar with the venue it is a downtown drag cabaret theater in NYC. Almost makes me nostalgic for those Chuck E. Cheese parties we loathed so much. Then again, I can relate much better to drag queens than I can to grown men dressed up as mice.
The mom calls the restaurant to order a cake for the party.
Mom: Hi, I have a reservation for a group of girls for friday night for my daughter’s birthday and I would like to add a cake to the order.
Reservationist: Sure thing. Would you like that to be a penis cake or regular?
Hey, whatever happened to chocolate or vanilla?
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OMG that’s hysterical!
Did you go with chocolate or vanilla? You know, what flavor penis cake? 🙂
I actually have an old photo of a penis cake that I made once for a lingerie shower….the bride to be was quite amused…
So is that “the regular”? And, um, what mom takes her 18-year-old daughter and friends to a drag club (okay, besides my mom)? God, I feel ooooooold. : (
What I wouldn’t give for a penis cake right now…
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