So, apparently there’s a Butch Bakery that only builds manly cupcakes for real men.
Bah. My cupcakes are bloody badass with marzipan pink roses and glittery sugar stuffses and frilly pink stuff and sparkly icing and a LED unicorn on top topped by a pony.
These guys are just a bunch of
ridiculous nerds with a silly if effective marketing strategy who re also really uncomfortable about their sexuality, that is, I mean, totes sissies. Do the cupcakes at least drink bear while scratching their crotch and watching football and (insert moar ridiculous stereotypes here)? Can they use an AK-47 like a real manly uniform-clad cupcake would? Can they smell a Barbie doll from 100 m distance and vomit Bailey’s in a manly manner to express their manly disdain? Have they or have they not ever observed a My Little Pony in its natural habitat and shot it on sight? Can they use a screwdrivers without messing up their filling?
No, I thought not.
Also, butch? Really, guys? Really?
That is to say, I snorted.