*Laugh!!!*
Well, the first one I said something about, I believe my friends and I told you...
Our Emergen-C cake... the one that my friends and I went food-color-crazy on; added many, frightening, unesaccary ingredients to; and happened to leave out the baking soda for...
Is was a horrible mess, a bubbling, overflowing, gray goo; all over the inside of my friend's grandmother's oven!
Now the second one, my sister may have said something about this:
My sister and I were three and four. My mom was sick, and we wanted to make a get well cake for her... at 12 something in the morning, while everyone else was asleep. And might I add, we had no idea about cooking; infact, I only found out soon after that just how extreme the difference between the delicous smell and strange flavour of pure vanilla really was...
It was made out of a combination of flour, powdered sugar, brown sugar, Parmesan cheese, and every bottle of every pill we could find. No, there was no fluids of any sort, not even eggs...
Sometimes, we'd drop the pills, or accidentally poor ingredients on the floor. Guess what we'd do when that happened? We'd scoop 'em back up and pile 'em on the plate we were using. We thought the cake was
made on the plate; yes, sad, I know. (Of course, out of all of this,
that's the thing I'm saying was sad...
)
Not like that wasn't bad enough... my parents always bought the large, five pound bags of sugar... my sister and I thought this was a great... well... house decoration, I guess. It was poured all over the kitchen, the living room, the bathroom, our bedroom... we completely avoided my parent's room, but spared no other!
My parents have never bought a five pound bag of sugar, since...
The kitchen was a mess... and, we were done with the "cake," thinking it was finished, and good enough.
Then, my mom woke up, and stumbled out of bed... to find the house suffocated in sugar, pills strewn all over the kitchen... and <font color="Orange">NAME</font> standing on a chair pulled up to the kitchen table, with me, close by; next to a giant mound of powder and pills on the practically hidden table at one something in the morning.
My mom asked me if I ate any of the pills... I said "Uh-hu..."
How many?" she asked.
"One..." I said, holding up a finger, innocently.
Then my dad woke up, and we were in trouble.
<font color="Orange">NAME</font> and I thought we had made a get well cake for mom... we soon realized or good intentions were not appreciated or stood for as we turned and ran away, screaming.
Well... that was a long time ago...
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MOD: Probably best not to mention pills or the like from here on out, thanks. </font>
Anyways --- look at this!
A translation error, I believe...
