I made cinnamon rolls for breakfast today. As a bit of a tease for my facebook friends, I posted a picture of the rolls just before I was about to put them in the oven to bake to a golden brown.
This was the picture I posted:
Facebook friends commented on how good they looked and asked if they could come over for breakfast at my house.
But once I posted the picture and looked at it again, I saw something different. Something phallic, even.
My spoon holder had become a very small penis. Very small, compared to the enormous — dare I say engorged — set of balls represented by two circular bake pans full of cinnamon rolls.
Suddenly, cream cheese frosting seemed out of the question.