This is a Piece of Spice Cake (TIAPSC)

Last night's meeting of TIAPOS (This Is a Piece Of Shit) was a spectacular one, because everyone was there...well, everyone except all the Tiapi Emereti who wander the Earth clanking their chains. In attendance were The Poet Large Pants, barely awake after his return from the South of France; Mississippi Motorhead, bringing news of the Large Red Button that Talks; Blonde Bombshell, who had very nice things to say about her blue coffee cup with the chip out of it; The Great Mushnik, who doesn't like young people one bit; Miss Domin-Nik, who only brought one word to read, and then refused to read it; The Great Plotnik, of course, and Chef Pickle-Nik, who brought this:

Strangely enough, to bake the delicious spice cake with the caramelized topping Chef Pickle only used two fats, one less than her normal minimum fat requirement (NMFR) of three, one of which should come from a duck.

TIAPOS has been meeting every other week since before you were born, or, not. The point is, ostensibly, to read and critique stories and songs, but by now the stories are, like, so secondary, and it's just, you know, awesome to get together to, so like, talk, Dude, and show off our muffins.