Like an idiot, I promised a wicked buddy that I would take my first frosting / marshmallow fluff pie for him. Actually, he demanded a pie sandwich.

I thought I knew what I was getting into--little did I find it was disgustingly sticky and utterly humiliating.

And hot AF, I sadly have to admit.

I didn't wear a shirt, not realizing that bare-chested, those pies would have maximum cling. Yuck!