Bedtime story
Posted on March 31, 2010
Filed Under May I Interject? |
Dear future/potential employers,
I hope you find the humor in this story. If you have some empathy, you’ve got to.
Where to begin. In college I was a member of a reproductive rights organization. This means that at large events, the integration of funny people and talk of sex education occurred often. To accentuate this, my organization owned a penis-shaped cake pan–It was a kick. I am not explaining any more than that.
My senior year of college I became president of said organization. After one event, the penis cake pan ended up in my car and was never returned to the group storage room. This was not intentional. I swear.
Yesterday, Aliya mentioned she wanted to play a surprise prank on our friend for her birthday. I said, “Oh! I have a penis cake pan!” She said, “That’s perfect!” And it was. This morning at 7 AM, Aliya texted me to tell me to bring the pan to school so she could bake the cake later. This was the text.
At this point, my phone decided to freeze, break, and refuse to shut off. Alas, for six hours, I stared at the same message… “Penis dish.” In the meantime, I accidentally took over 50 screenshots of “penis dish” (as you can see an example of here).
9 AM. Penis dish. 10 AM. Penis dish. 11 AM. Penis dish. Mac store at 1 PM. Penis dish. Yet, the kind genius at the Mac store did no judging. It seemed. There is a moral to this story: Penis dish.
*P.S. I forgot to bring the cake pan to school. I was too worried about my phone. The End.
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