“The Ratio of People to Cake Is Too Big.” – Milton Waddams

Obviously, this is wrong on a level so VERY wrong that it doesn't really need elaboration. However, I feel compelled to point out that the, er, “mom” here has the face of a blow-up doll, is completely nekkid (is that a new trend in delivery rooms?), and is anatomically correct where you wouldn't expect her to be (ergo the censor bars — sorry, fellas!).

I'm picturing the games they played at this baby shower: “Pin the Epidural,” “Catch the After-birth,” and of course the ever popular “Guess Whose Hoo-Haw?” …


She left out my favorite, “How Dialated Are You, Mrs. Smith?” which, really, is just a safe context for the reluctant and prissy (and pregnant) to explore the pleasures of fisting. I'm not really into that sort of thing—Why? What have you heard?—but if there's cake, you can lube me up.

But don't tease me. If there's going to be fisting, there had better be cake.

Man, who'da thunk a cake website would be such a treasure trove of the Funky.

Thanks to LeeSee and Reenee for pointing me to that little nugget of fun.