Teacher with the shaved head says ‘Can’t help you here so everyone just look the other way.’ I guess he means away from the layers of sludge and icing sloping off the red velvet cap of the resident bad boy in the corner with the party horn. He goes slow, explodes, mocks the alarm, bottoms out, fills the air…scrubbing brass with kool whip sud. Trace notes of dirt under fingernails. A little bit of spit and egg confetti on the rubber bumpers. Sticking key cups. Lipstick on the exit sheet. Who’s responsible for this dessert menu? Our advice: use safety glasses, proper attire, common sense and a fork.
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