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The Chocolate Penis Saga
Jun. 17th, 2009 09:33 amThis starts out, somewhat predictably, with a bet. My cousin sent me an instant message one fine afternoon.
I was hoping. Alas:
Since it is useless to fight against the inevitable, I considered my token protest to have been made, and climbed aboard the WTF train. ( A proper Saga ensued, with pictures. )
(Share with discretion. I don't really need my dad in this if he doesn't read DW.)
[update 6/23: a double-ended one.
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[12:53] Azz's Cousin: So... I lost a bet.
[12:53] Azz: oh?
[12:53] Azz's Cousin: do you know anything about casting edible molds?
[12:54] Azz: ... my mind just went a very bad place from that. Please tell me that the end result of the loss of this bet is not a chocolate penis.
I was hoping. Alas:
[12:55] Azz's Cousin: How did you guess?
[12:55] Azz: but for edible molds silicone is a common substance
[12:55] Azz: ... oh dear
[12:55] Azz: well, my mind automatically went to the worst place I could reasonably think of.
Since it is useless to fight against the inevitable, I considered my token protest to have been made, and climbed aboard the WTF train. ( A proper Saga ensued, with pictures. )
(Share with discretion. I don't really need my dad in this if he doesn't read DW.)
[update 6/23: a double-ended one.
( Image. )
