Scene from The my Office: We were having our monthly pot-luck birthday party for all the January “birthday’s”(sic) this morning. One of my colleagues was slicing a Bundt cake when I jokingly asked him if he’d baked it himself. “Hah,” he replied, still slicing. “No way, my wife made it. You don’t want to eat my cooking!” Haha, chuckles all around.
He finished slicing the cake and then, right there in front of Gawd and everyone, he took the blade of the knife between his thumb and forefinger, slid all the excess cake and frosting off it, ate said extra cake and frosting, licked his fingers and put the knife back on the plate next to the cake!!!! He even said to me later that he was "glad [he] brought a knife" so that people could serve themselves the slices. GACK!!! No, thank you.
He finished slicing the cake and then, right there in front of Gawd and everyone, he took the blade of the knife between his thumb and forefinger, slid all the excess cake and frosting off it, ate said extra cake and frosting, licked his fingers and put the knife back on the plate next to the cake!!!! He even said to me later that he was "glad [he] brought a knife" so that people could serve themselves the slices. GACK!!! No, thank you.
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