Icing on the cake baby,
why a cake?
no idea…..
probz cause you cant have a cake and eat it too.
…..
which is fucking stupid
like icing….
i should be a poet.
okay so the other day i was baking a cake and i went to the cu board to get the icing and it wsa all gone and i guess my FAT daughter ate all the icing which really pissed me
really? icing. GOD i love this site… the idea of it anyway. the element of surprise just tingles my very soul with happiness…. lol getting of track. icing isnt always great. but damn its sweet (:
my friend savannah loves icing. any time we hang out, she always requires me to buy a tub of icing, and while i’m eating candy or sometimes something healthy, she eats the icing out of the tub with a spoon. and rarely drinks anything whilst doing so. she’s got balls.
Kyle scooped three fingers full worth of icing from the large decorated cake. He slipped his hand into his mouth and gleefully gulped down the icing. He could not remember the last time he had something so sweet. When he was thirteen? No, not thirteen, probably ten. No, certainly eight. Either way, Kyle thought, it had been sometime.
Oh how he enjoyed that wedding cake. Though he wasn’t sure whose wedding it was. And,he did not know why everyone had to be so sharply dressed. He did not understand the chatter of stocks, bounds, and the share splitting of companies. He did not comprehend what a yacht was, or why it made so many people jealous. He just had rags… and all the riches of icing.
She would always lick the icing off any cake before devouring the rest. It was her special quirk and every time she did so, I laughed at her. And for a moment, as we smiled at each other, she was the girl I used to know again. But then the laughter would subside and the cake would get eaten and then, we would be back to being strangers.
I think about frosting very little in my day to day life. Without cake there is no point. Besides, icing makes me sick most of the time. It doesn’t even taste very good. I feels like sand on my teeth.
cake. too thick most of the time. you only eat it because you wanted it so badly as a child. blue. sprinkles. butter. sugar. all sounds unnatural to me.
“That’s the icing on the cake!” she proclaimed to no one in particular, as her car wouldn’t start in the parking lot of the hellish job she worked. There was a knock at her window and she wanted to cry. There was no one she wanted to see right now. No one. Despite his beard, the man at the window looked to be rather young.
you are the icing to a perfect cake. the cherry to an ice cream sundae. the peanut butter to my jelly. every single cliche, every loving word, every beating heart. you make the world a place I want to be.
i put this stuff on cake. but i only like the cream icing. the real stuff. not the extra sugary insta headache stuff. butter cream icing is the best icing. you can add food coloring to it too.
Icing on a cake is sooo good, the best is vanilla although I really like chocolate as well. Chocolate icing can sometimes be way too much on a cake that is already sweet. Plus icing can make any cake or cupcake or muffin look much better, and you can make drawings that look very appealing.
it is very delicious and it goes on cakes cupcakes, and is very good to eat just plain, it comes in many many flavors and colors. some people prefer butter cream like me, but other like rainbow! and regular icing. all in all icing is very good!
it was very thick and creamy, but it fit onto the cookie just fine. it changed the color, and the way that i felt about the whole situation. it brought joy to my face, and to my taste buds. i couldn’t help myself after that point. and then, i ate it..
They say you get your just desserts sooner or later. I don’t know if that’ll happen, or if karma even exists. The fact that someone can cause you pain and agony, yet you don’t wish the worst to them, is that possible? But then again, if it wasn’t for them, you wouldn’t have anything to write about, would you?
Raising an eyebrow at Him, The Huntress flicked Her tongue over the decadent icing, licking the very top off of one of the cupcakes She had made. Grinning wickedly, She seemed to say, “Game on.”
At the top of the cake, at the tip of my tongue. Pink and sprinkles. Is it really as great as it seems? I guess it’s great to be the center of attention but maybe the cake wants some love too.
The icing had magically landed on her nose – somehow.
Somehow, from the tips of my fingers and to the tip of her nose. The culprit? Myself and my stupid hammering heart.
She squeezed the packet careful, pushing the last of the icing onto the last perfect cupcake. She sighed in relief as she looked over the rows and rows of frosted treats. Seven hours, seven hours and she was finally done. As she made her way over to the kitchen sink a loud clattering caught her attention, and she turned in time to see three of the pans tumble off of the counter, her cat eyeing her with a satisfied look.
Smiling wickedly, The Huntress plucked a single cupcake out of the pile, glancing up at Him as She licked the icing off the top, before raising a challanging eyebrow at Him.
today wa my birthday. I thought that it was going to be awesome like last year, but oh was I wrong. It started off great until my mom tripped over the carpet and dumped a cake full of icing onto my lap. I was wearing my favorite white shorts and now they are stained with bright orange dye. Just great.
usually the only thing I eat off of the cake. I’m super picky and cake really isn’t my thing, but NBD. whatever. Buttercream icing is basically better than sex im not gonna lie. someone should send me some, I’m not even kidding ill give you my address. <3 I love you if you do.
Frosting so succulent you can taste the vanilla directly from where it was picked in a field. Food can take you on an incredible journey, don’t hold your tongue back.
It dripped off the sides just begging to be licked. My pudgy fingers kept edging along the sides of the plate trying to find a spot where I could grab a taste of that delicious chocolate goodness. However, my Grandmother always seemed to know when I got just a little too close.
it goes on cake. or pasterys. Im not fond of it. more than that I feel its well, nothing to me. I wouldnt know when or where to begin on how much I don’t care. there are more important things than Icing in the world.
Icing is a word that could have a couple different meanings. I initially thought, icing as in you are icing a would, icing a bruise, a hurt, a pain.
But then I wondered, well is it more common to think, icing on a cake, delicious, soft, pretty.
Am I bruised?
She loved making cakes. The problem was that her children hated icing. How to make the perfect cake without icing? It was ridiculous. They would have to deal with it. They would have to deal with whatever she would give them; she knew best.
The icing on the cake is really the only part that I can eat these days, what with recently discovering that I am yet another member of the fallen stricken by gluten. Yet too much sugar gives me a headache too quickly, and I value texture in my food, so what is the icing without the cake? These days I’m not eating much of either, but I have discovered that silken tofu mixed with cocoa makes for a surprisingly delectable substitute.
The cake was warm, as it touched my mouth. The icing dribbled down my chapped lips, it was perfect, detectible, delicious, a perfect treat to warm my soul. I swallowed and pouted, I wanted more, i craved for more but it was gone.
the cupcakes are delectable, but seriously– the main prize? the icing. i mean, they don’t say “the icing on the cake” for nothing. it just compliments things so greatly, making a star appearance on any food item.
and it’s funny how sweet it al can be working at a place that has taught me so much in so little time and about more than the work world but about the world about how to interact with people both inside and outside of the walls of my own world and how to hold back or give in at any given moment it’s about self control and knowing when there is a time for what you’re thinking and when there’s not. so now it’s your turn to answer my question; is there time for icing?
Icing on top of the cake is like life actually completing its self. We wonder when will life be over. When the icing is on top and our cake is complete we will feel happy.
icing on top of the cake, completing my life. you complete me. my life has been going so well, and here you are, just making it all the better. my smiles wider, my eyes glow brighter. my heart beats faster and i am just so incredibly happy. you’re the icing on top of the cake.
I see its fluffy white, exterior, swirling around to the stop like the whipping of an ice cream cone. On top of its winter splendor, colorful circles are placed on top, popping out the sheer extremes of the colors.
I lie down and surrender to the ice,as it envolts my body.The moon now shines bright,and I wait for the icing to consume my life,fading slowly.
Icing on the cake baby,
why a cake?
no idea…..
probz cause you cant have a cake and eat it too.
…..
which is fucking stupid
like icing….
i should be a poet.
okay so the other day i was baking a cake and i went to the cu board to get the icing and it wsa all gone and i guess my FAT daughter ate all the icing which really pissed me
really? icing. GOD i love this site… the idea of it anyway. the element of surprise just tingles my very soul with happiness…. lol getting of track. icing isnt always great. but damn its sweet (:
my friend savannah loves icing. any time we hang out, she always requires me to buy a tub of icing, and while i’m eating candy or sometimes something healthy, she eats the icing out of the tub with a spoon. and rarely drinks anything whilst doing so. she’s got balls.
icing
you were the icing on the cake
little one
my apologies
for when i think of you
only in sadness
no
you were the fluffy stuff on the inside
that made me cry
i’m sorry he let you die
little one
Kyle scooped three fingers full worth of icing from the large decorated cake. He slipped his hand into his mouth and gleefully gulped down the icing. He could not remember the last time he had something so sweet. When he was thirteen? No, not thirteen, probably ten. No, certainly eight. Either way, Kyle thought, it had been sometime.
Oh how he enjoyed that wedding cake. Though he wasn’t sure whose wedding it was. And,he did not know why everyone had to be so sharply dressed. He did not understand the chatter of stocks, bounds, and the share splitting of companies. He did not comprehend what a yacht was, or why it made so many people jealous. He just had rags… and all the riches of icing.
She would always lick the icing off any cake before devouring the rest. It was her special quirk and every time she did so, I laughed at her. And for a moment, as we smiled at each other, she was the girl I used to know again. But then the laughter would subside and the cake would get eaten and then, we would be back to being strangers.
I think about frosting very little in my day to day life. Without cake there is no point. Besides, icing makes me sick most of the time. It doesn’t even taste very good. I feels like sand on my teeth.
Icing on the cake
Ice on the roads
Iced roads
Beautiful white, snowy roads
This is the icing on the cake
This is the cherry on top
Where did it all go?
Away
A
w
a
y
It went
The icing topped it all
You topped it all, my dear
With your flowers
With your sweet, delicate taste
But it was you
Oh, you
All you
cake. too thick most of the time. you only eat it because you wanted it so badly as a child. blue. sprinkles. butter. sugar. all sounds unnatural to me.
“That’s the icing on the cake!” she proclaimed to no one in particular, as her car wouldn’t start in the parking lot of the hellish job she worked. There was a knock at her window and she wanted to cry. There was no one she wanted to see right now. No one. Despite his beard, the man at the window looked to be rather young.
you are the icing to a perfect cake. the cherry to an ice cream sundae. the peanut butter to my jelly. every single cliche, every loving word, every beating heart. you make the world a place I want to be.
i put this stuff on cake. but i only like the cream icing. the real stuff. not the extra sugary insta headache stuff. butter cream icing is the best icing. you can add food coloring to it too.
Icing on a cake is sooo good, the best is vanilla although I really like chocolate as well. Chocolate icing can sometimes be way too much on a cake that is already sweet. Plus icing can make any cake or cupcake or muffin look much better, and you can make drawings that look very appealing.
it is very delicious and it goes on cakes cupcakes, and is very good to eat just plain, it comes in many many flavors and colors. some people prefer butter cream like me, but other like rainbow! and regular icing. all in all icing is very good!
it was very thick and creamy, but it fit onto the cookie just fine. it changed the color, and the way that i felt about the whole situation. it brought joy to my face, and to my taste buds. i couldn’t help myself after that point. and then, i ate it..
They say you get your just desserts sooner or later. I don’t know if that’ll happen, or if karma even exists. The fact that someone can cause you pain and agony, yet you don’t wish the worst to them, is that possible? But then again, if it wasn’t for them, you wouldn’t have anything to write about, would you?
Raising an eyebrow at Him, The Huntress flicked Her tongue over the decadent icing, licking the very top off of one of the cupcakes She had made. Grinning wickedly, She seemed to say, “Game on.”
At the top of the cake, at the tip of my tongue. Pink and sprinkles. Is it really as great as it seems? I guess it’s great to be the center of attention but maybe the cake wants some love too.
The icing had magically landed on her nose – somehow.
Somehow, from the tips of my fingers and to the tip of her nose. The culprit? Myself and my stupid hammering heart.
She squeezed the packet careful, pushing the last of the icing onto the last perfect cupcake. She sighed in relief as she looked over the rows and rows of frosted treats. Seven hours, seven hours and she was finally done. As she made her way over to the kitchen sink a loud clattering caught her attention, and she turned in time to see three of the pans tumble off of the counter, her cat eyeing her with a satisfied look.
Smiling wickedly, The Huntress plucked a single cupcake out of the pile, glancing up at Him as She licked the icing off the top, before raising a challanging eyebrow at Him.
today wa my birthday. I thought that it was going to be awesome like last year, but oh was I wrong. It started off great until my mom tripped over the carpet and dumped a cake full of icing onto my lap. I was wearing my favorite white shorts and now they are stained with bright orange dye. Just great.
usually the only thing I eat off of the cake. I’m super picky and cake really isn’t my thing, but NBD. whatever. Buttercream icing is basically better than sex im not gonna lie. someone should send me some, I’m not even kidding ill give you my address. <3 I love you if you do.
Frosting so succulent you can taste the vanilla directly from where it was picked in a field. Food can take you on an incredible journey, don’t hold your tongue back.
It dripped off the sides just begging to be licked. My pudgy fingers kept edging along the sides of the plate trying to find a spot where I could grab a taste of that delicious chocolate goodness. However, my Grandmother always seemed to know when I got just a little too close.
it goes on cake. or pasterys. Im not fond of it. more than that I feel its well, nothing to me. I wouldnt know when or where to begin on how much I don’t care. there are more important things than Icing in the world.
Icing is a word that could have a couple different meanings. I initially thought, icing as in you are icing a would, icing a bruise, a hurt, a pain.
But then I wondered, well is it more common to think, icing on a cake, delicious, soft, pretty.
Am I bruised?
She loved making cakes. The problem was that her children hated icing. How to make the perfect cake without icing? It was ridiculous. They would have to deal with it. They would have to deal with whatever she would give them; she knew best.
The icing on the cake is really the only part that I can eat these days, what with recently discovering that I am yet another member of the fallen stricken by gluten. Yet too much sugar gives me a headache too quickly, and I value texture in my food, so what is the icing without the cake? These days I’m not eating much of either, but I have discovered that silken tofu mixed with cocoa makes for a surprisingly delectable substitute.
The cake was warm, as it touched my mouth. The icing dribbled down my chapped lips, it was perfect, detectible, delicious, a perfect treat to warm my soul. I swallowed and pouted, I wanted more, i craved for more but it was gone.
the cupcakes are delectable, but seriously– the main prize? the icing. i mean, they don’t say “the icing on the cake” for nothing. it just compliments things so greatly, making a star appearance on any food item.
So smooth, creamy, satisfying, sweet. Always shows my sweet tooth! Oh comes in an array of flavors from vanilla, to chocolate.
and it’s funny how sweet it al can be working at a place that has taught me so much in so little time and about more than the work world but about the world about how to interact with people both inside and outside of the walls of my own world and how to hold back or give in at any given moment it’s about self control and knowing when there is a time for what you’re thinking and when there’s not. so now it’s your turn to answer my question; is there time for icing?
Icing occurred at the edge of the overpass causing panic to those drivers who approached the danger. Such danger hidden as the film of slick doom.
Icing on top of the cake is like life actually completing its self. We wonder when will life be over. When the icing is on top and our cake is complete we will feel happy.
cake
fattening
sugar
ice cream
ice king
adventure time
finn and jake
jake
lady rainicorn
rainbow
red
apple
sweet
candy
cake
icing
icing on top of the cake, completing my life. you complete me. my life has been going so well, and here you are, just making it all the better. my smiles wider, my eyes glow brighter. my heart beats faster and i am just so incredibly happy. you’re the icing on top of the cake.
I see its fluffy white, exterior, swirling around to the stop like the whipping of an ice cream cone. On top of its winter splendor, colorful circles are placed on top, popping out the sheer extremes of the colors.