I went out on the town for a ladies night with some of my best friends. We had the most delicious dinner and conversation.
Dinner was at one of my favorite local restaraunts. I ordered the stromboli. Then I half-heartedly joked that my stromboli lacked it's usual visual flair. I used to say that I loved ordering the "lesbian stromboli" because it was the only vagina I enjoyed eating.
The cook heard my complaint and made me dessert, on the house.
This is what he made for me:
This is how I chose to eat it:
This was the surprise he rigged for me:
*Hint: hot icing inside that spilled out all over my hand.
This is the lesbian stromboli from the past:
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