Buy a well-thought-of birthday gift, dress up, nibble on snacks, sip on drinks and pretend to enjoy the night.
“The party ends with domestic abuse...”
Buy a last minute chocolate, dress up, drink more, forget to eat and crawl home.
“At least one person is drunk, overemotional and suicidal…”
Buy a bottle of Southern Comfort and conveniently forget to wrap it. Screw the dress up, raid the buffet, and steel the bottle of alcohol back. Trash the party and pass out in the bathroom while clinging onto the toilet like it’s a deck chair on the sinking Titanic.
“Hate yourself the next morning and swear to never dink again…”
Bake a humongous X-rated PENIS cake! Go over the top with the dress up, raid the bar, ravage the buffet, play drinking games, get violated and conveniently claim to suffer from memory loss.
“Sit and cry in the shower the next morning while committing carbicide with a box of chocolate chip cookies…”
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| Photo by Francois Swanepoel |
Wow well that escalated quickly! This boys and girls is a breakdown of
the yearly birthday parties in and around Cape Town. Sound familiar? And no it’s
not a typing error I did say penis cake. For my best friend’s birthday I
decided to bake a massive X-rated pecker cake as her birthday present! It took
me ages but the end result was priceless. The only regrets I have was making a
huge mess and having to clean it up the next day with a banging hangover!
The cake itself was an orange infused chocolate sponge cake with a
Nutella filling. The frosting was a vodka and orange flavoured icing with a
twist of vanilla.
Check it out!
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| Photo by Carl van Niekerk |
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| Photo by Carl van Niekerk |
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| Photo by Carl van Niekerk |
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| Photo by Carl van Niekerk |
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