It was a Friday night. I had just gotten off work. The hubby was returning from a week long business trip. What to do? What to do? Me and V decided to throw an impromptu birthday party for the hubs. It started off fine, but when you mix fresh organic veggies and artificially flavored margaritas you end up with a little bit of crazy...and so, the flaming shit cake was born. You know, cuz nothing says "I love you" like flaming poo.
© 2010 CJH
