I don't know. I've been hitting it pretty

I don't know. I've been hitting it pretty hard. She smiled, "Yeah, I know. It can get pretty hard when you're laying it on pretty thick." I couldn't stop staring at the

fondant I had smeared all over the wedding cake. We were commissioned to do a "Twilight" with extra sparkles but the vampires looked like misshapen GI Joes. She handed me a chisel.

"What's this for?" I asked. "To fix Edward," she replied. "The fondant is too dry and hard to be pliable anymore so you'll have to use the chisel." I cut into the wedding cake

& chiseled away at the rotund waist where the icing had sagged as it cooled. The icing version was embarrassingly close to the real Ed. But as I worked, Ed felt his beer bel

ly slowly leak down to slightly healthier proportions. Ed's eyebrows shot up to his hairline. Was this some kind of trippy Dorian Gray stuff?!? No matter, gastric bypass may not be

the best name for a band, but that's the one they picked. It was better than the one Ed came up with on his own, the Moon Magnates' Party Poopers. Dorian look rather colorless

After the meal at mister ricky's.

Mr. Ricky was found dead. Probably something he ate at his shitty restaurant. Well, better he kill himself and not a costumer with his cheap and rotten meals. He was billionaire,

but the lawsuits against his establishment were taking their toll. He had put at least half the population of his city in the hospital, and poisoned to death a good # of the rest