You know when you get a really attractively decorated cake, and people savor the nicest parts like it's a prize? "Oh, who's going to get the rose made out of frosting?"
Or if there's a cartoon character drawn in frosting, someone will make a comment about decapitating it with the serving knife? "Oh, you're going to eat Mickey's ears, and I'm going to eat his hand."
Now, WHAT kind of conversation is there to be had when this masterpiece is revealed.
It is a cake. Shaped like a realistic baby. And not a cute two-month-old, but a mottled blobby foetus, fresh from the womb. Who is going to get the eye? Who will eat its foot? When the cakey blanket is pulled back, is the newborn's gender revealed? Is there an ice cream umbilical cord inside?
Ideal setting for serving the baby cake: at a Planned Parenthood office party.
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