The Letter of the Flaw

And they say the state of American education is "bad" or whatever.

Pshaw. Just look at that pretty penmanship! Besides, the baker got the point across, and that's all that matters.

(And best stay out of Gaad's way, since s/he apparently lacks the will to stop tanking people. Nasty stuff, that. Trust me.)


Isn't it nice when a bakery reaches out to the local community?

Yep. That's quite a reach.


Because 1920's gangsters like pink, too.

(And don't ask me about those wonky nipple things. Seriously. Fuggetabout it.)


That's hot.


And speaking of hot...

Heck yeah they do!! I have to watch our Weber all the time. Especially when the fire pit's in town, and the lighter fluid starts flowing, and...

Ohhh, it a GRIL. Right. Never mind.


No, they didn't misspell Las Vegas; that's just Lady Luck's stripper name.


I'd like to offer my sincerest tanks to Vista M., Frankie M., Jessica H., Ty D., Anony M., & Anony 2., but sadly the army tends to frown on that sort of thing. So instead, I'll just give you all new stripper names (you know, to replace your old ones): Vasizzle, Floopsie, Jazzy, Tinkle, Aardvark, and Lop-a-long.

No need to tank me. Really.