the best.

black and white berfday bombs for your face!
that's right, neighbors.
today is the day.
yup.
the happy berfday kind.
my bestest friend in the whole wide world,
my ace numero uno duder,
my closest confidant,
the hardest working homeboy i know,
turns thirty-mutha-F*ing five today.
damn.
i miss the guy, more than i usually will even admit.
but,
in spirit, and with the best of memory readily on hand,
and with all the accompanying excellence,
i made some berfday-style cupcakes,
in black tie celebratory fashion.
yes, i did,
he's the best guy i know,
so i made the best treats i could.
check the berfdays-was-the-worst-days-type teleport:

happy birthday, cucch.
c'mon.
chocolate fudge cakes,
moist, rich, and full of cocoa and chocolate, and sour 'cream', and creamchee',
so that they stay fluffy and succulent forever,
or at least right up until they're eaten, anyway.
and sweet vanilla bean white whipped frosting,
laid down as the bass-boosted base
for some two-tone cookies-and-creme sprankles.
yuuuuuuup.
and a big swirl of chocolate cocoa frosting, goobieblopped right on top,
with some more of that vanilla jauns starbursting around the rims.
i mean,
i'm trying to enact some new hottness over here after all.
and then,
to take it to eleven,
in the spirit of superfancy berfday unnecessariness,
there's a belgian crispy crawnchy chocolate wafer thingy too.
he's working, probably too hard, because that's what he does.
that means it's up to us to eat all these tasty little F*ers to adequately honor him.
i'm serious,
his friendship has been the only thing to last for any real length of time.
through the toughest trials, and tempestuous terrors of the last few decades.
that's some seriously real-real sh!t.
anyway,
it's his day,
today,
and it's all really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....