My buddy decides that he wants to have an classy dessert service. All that I will need to do is wear a tux and make sure that the guests are served what they want to have at the dessert station. His plan is to offer a selction of seven layer cakes, pies, puddings, and creamy cakes; and then a selection of sweet, sticky toppings. Each dessert will be topped with plenty of fresh whipped cream.

After he has me try on the tux, he wants to make sure that I am familiar with everything that he is serving. He starts me off with a review of the pies. The first one is a banana cream to the face and up into my hair. Then a pie sandwich of Vanilla Cream and French Vanilla Cream. When I can't really tell the difference immediately he proceeds to cover the front of me with Vanilla Cream and then the back of me with French Vanilla to see if I can tell the difference. Then he moves on to dumping a coconut cream pie on top of my head.

As that slowly slides down my face, he takes the fruit filling and fills my gstring with it.

Now, he wants to make sure that everything looks its best. So he pushes me down onto a seat that has a big seven layer cake that squelches up all over my a$$ and my bulge. He takes my shoes and fills them with chocolate in the left shoe and strawberry in the right shoe and has me put them back on. He sticks a funnel down the collar of the back of my shirt and pours caramel down the back of my shirt before moving it to the front of my shirt.

He asks me to recite the selections as he sprays me down with whipped cream.

Satisfied with his work, he feels I am ready to service his clients.