Well - I kinda wimped out on making the perverse pastry and ended up buying an ice cream cake with plain white icing from Baskin and Robbins. YUM.
While Harry showered and prettied himself for the strippers - I pulled the cake out of the freezer and tried to determine if I should put the paper on the cake and use the black spray icing to spray just the mudflap girl on it, or if I should use the mudflap girl and spray the REST of the cake with the icing spray.
Harry comes running into my newly green-painted kitchen wearing a towel around his waist and another draped around his shoulders.
"What're you gonna write on it?" His eyes are sparkling and I can tell he wants nothing more than to grab the icing from my hands and attack the cake with a culinary cunning worthy of the finest eccentric pastry chef.
"What do you think I should put on it?"
We debated while the cake started to sweat.
"Tick tick tick?" he suggested.
"It's not a time bomb," I said.
"Ya know, for her biological clock," he explained.
"Yeah, I got it, just didn't think it was funny."
"Oh." He rubbed at his arms with the towel. "How about 'Cockbite'? Ya know - for 'Red v. Blue'?" Harry quoted the obscure Halo cartoon.
"Um, no. How about 'Have your cake' at the top and 'And eat it, too' at the bottom?" I smiled at my rather artful manipulation of the phrase.
"No. Mike doesn't think things are funny like we think things are funny," Harry stated.
"I don't know."
"You don't know what that means?"
"No." He smiled at me. I picked up the red tube of icing and wrote "Mmm... Boobies." and then, as an added touch "have fun" was sprawled at the bottom.
"There." I removed the Mudflap Girl outline and smiled.
"She has no legs."
"Well, huh," Harry said. "It's okay, she still has boobs."
And there, ladies and gentleman is the true psyche of man.