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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i could cry but i don't have time 