© Bruce Goodman 19 July 2015
It was a really funny joke. Really, really funny. Alvin was at university studying design, and he rather fancied Dawn. Dawn was studying chemistry of some kind.
Alvin crept into Dawn’s apartment when she had the washing machine going, and tipped red dye into her laundry. Ha! Ha! Ha! Funny eh?
Dawn crept into Alvin’s apartment when he had the cake mixer going and tipped cow shit into the mixture. Ha! Ha! Ha!
Anyway, they never got married. In fact, they didn’t make it even to the engagement stage. Funny that.
Weave a Web 
Now,although there were no surprises in this outcome, do you really expect me to believe that Alvin made cakes in a cake mixer?
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LOL! The cake mixer was the surprise perhaps!!!
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What a shame. They could have made a shitty red velvet cake together.
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Surely you would not expect them to have their cake and eat it? (And on another note – I think this is one of the most useless stories I’ve written, and I’m glad to have expunged it from the files-in-waiting!)
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As my dearly beloved would say, you can’t hit a home run every time.
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This isn’t cricket, my dear.
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My husband sometimes doesn’t play fair. I’ll let him know you are not amused.
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Oh. D’uh. Now I get it. Damnation, I hate it when I miss a pun. Good one!
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Well – I knew your education spans across two continents – …. !
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As we used to say in my pubescent era: it’s so funny I forgot to laugh.
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The horrid thing is these people are about!
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The funny thing about it all is that it all makes perfect sense when you consider the outcome: they interchanged majors where Dawn became a Fashion Designer creating a collection of Garnet Garments. And Alvin, well, became so fascinated with the chemistry of that cake that he switched to scatology courses and became a Gastroenterologist.
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OMG! You know them! And you can spell Gastroenterologist without looking it up!
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LOL. I did have to look it up. My smart-ass phone kept insisting on Gastronomer. Which would work for the “cake” portion of the response, but not the “feces”.
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Now I know what Marie Antoinette meant when she said “Let them eat cake”. She was really saying “Stiff shit”.
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Poor Antoinette, wife of King Louis XVI. She’s still getting the bad rap for that quote.
“It was said 100 years before her by Marie-Therese, the wife of Louis XIV,”
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I stand humble, corrected, and without pretence (one can afford to do that when one’s as rich as I am). Actually, I read once that it was probably never said at all by anyone but some English wit invented it to voice his distain.
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Yes, i have heard the same thing and it was brioche, not cake…..brioche and gateau are nowhere near alike!
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I am surround my highly educated, well-read, erudite friends! Perhaps the Queen of France (given the story above) said “Let them eat Scateau”.
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You are correct: the anecdote appears in Jean-Jacques Rousseau’s “Confessions”, his unreliable autobiography. But wait another three-hundred years and many historians will swear that it was first penned in Oscar Alejandro’s short story “Confessions” as published in an eZine and later edited out completely in the second edition posted on his WordPress account.
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Where?
Where?
I shall seek and find… or Qu’ils mangent de la brioche.
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That’s funny. Provoking people is usually great foreplay
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😀 Then I must try it!!!
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Not jokes but rather nasty pranks – I would run from that guy!
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Agreed. I would see red with the dye!
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