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Happy Birthday Dr Dave!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- Thread starter Mirah
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Eggs Mayonnaise
All In With The Nuts
HERE'S SOME BIRTHDAY NOOGIES!
AND SOME LOVE FROM THE FANS!
AND SOME LOVE FROM THE FANS!
CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
I had spent all day attempting to perfect the birthday cake recipe from YouTube. I watched the young lady bake it again and again. Seventeen cakes were lost to the flames of my oven. I had almost give up. But this was my dear friend Dr Dave's birthday, and there had to be cake.
Finally, on the eighteenth attempt, I managed not to burn the cake. It looked like it did on the video. I was proud of myself, but I daren't take a bite to see how it tasted. My friend Dr Dave is the greatest detective in the land, and would no doubt be aware if I ate any of his cake. And it was his and his alone, for it was his birthday and not mine!
I waited for Dr Dave to go out on his morning run. Then I snuck into his aparment, using the key he'd give me in case of the direst emergency. I was breaking a rule by doing so, as this was not an emergency, but my desire to ensure Dr Dave had a happy birthday was so great that the rules could go to Hell!
I waited in the dark. Minutes turned to hours. I was stood steadfast, the cake held out before me, the words "happy birthday" on my lips.
Then I felt the tip of a sword at my back.
"Wackson!" I heard Dr Dave ejaculate. "What the Devil!"
"Happy...happy birthday!" I managed to get out. Even more impressive was that I did not drop the cake. I turned round, so he could see his gift.
"I saw that someone was in my aparment, of course," he said, not looking at the cake or acknowledging my birthday wish. "I snuck up the drainpipe and approached you from behind, ready to run you through with my sword if you turned out to be an agent of evil."
"What stopped you"? I asked, in wonder.
"I'd recognise the smell of your home cooking anywhere, Wackson," said Dr Dave. "A birthday cake, eh."
"I just thought...since it was your birthday, you deserved cake."
"And you baked me one rather than buy one from a professional?"
"I baked it with love," I said, bashful. "All for you."
"That simply will not do, Wackson," he said. My head dropped, sad.
"I'll take it and dispose of it," I said. I started to walk out.
"Whatever for?" asked Dr Dave. "What I meant was, this cake must not be all for me. For what better way to spend my birthday than enjoying a cake baked with love with my dear friend Wackson!"
"Oh, Dr Dave!" I said, running towards him. I tripped. The cake flew up into the air...and was pierced by a thrust of Dr Dave's sword on the way down.
"I suppose I'll be cutting it!" he said.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DR DAVE
Finally, on the eighteenth attempt, I managed not to burn the cake. It looked like it did on the video. I was proud of myself, but I daren't take a bite to see how it tasted. My friend Dr Dave is the greatest detective in the land, and would no doubt be aware if I ate any of his cake. And it was his and his alone, for it was his birthday and not mine!
I waited for Dr Dave to go out on his morning run. Then I snuck into his aparment, using the key he'd give me in case of the direst emergency. I was breaking a rule by doing so, as this was not an emergency, but my desire to ensure Dr Dave had a happy birthday was so great that the rules could go to Hell!
I waited in the dark. Minutes turned to hours. I was stood steadfast, the cake held out before me, the words "happy birthday" on my lips.
Then I felt the tip of a sword at my back.
"Wackson!" I heard Dr Dave ejaculate. "What the Devil!"
"Happy...happy birthday!" I managed to get out. Even more impressive was that I did not drop the cake. I turned round, so he could see his gift.
"I saw that someone was in my aparment, of course," he said, not looking at the cake or acknowledging my birthday wish. "I snuck up the drainpipe and approached you from behind, ready to run you through with my sword if you turned out to be an agent of evil."
"What stopped you"? I asked, in wonder.
"I'd recognise the smell of your home cooking anywhere, Wackson," said Dr Dave. "A birthday cake, eh."
"I just thought...since it was your birthday, you deserved cake."
"And you baked me one rather than buy one from a professional?"
"I baked it with love," I said, bashful. "All for you."
"That simply will not do, Wackson," he said. My head dropped, sad.
"I'll take it and dispose of it," I said. I started to walk out.
"Whatever for?" asked Dr Dave. "What I meant was, this cake must not be all for me. For what better way to spend my birthday than enjoying a cake baked with love with my dear friend Wackson!"
"Oh, Dr Dave!" I said, running towards him. I tripped. The cake flew up into the air...and was pierced by a thrust of Dr Dave's sword on the way down.
"I suppose I'll be cutting it!" he said.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DR DAVE
