Hey baby, nice cakes

[silencio blue]

It's not like I was fondling the massage oil at Walgreens this afternoon. Oh no, I was buying FOOT CALLOUS REMOVER of all things when some beefy guy with a phalanx of homies walked past me and said:

"Hey baby, nice cakes."

Cakes. Cakes?!? Is this tits or ass, can anyone please inform me of the female body part(s) in question?

But the best part is that as I was leaving he was leaving too so I had a chance to watch him, and all his posse, crawl into an ancient white Ford Bronco filled with children.

Classy.

[Hairy McLairy]

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=cakes

ie: "Damn! She's got cakes like everyday is her birthday!"

He was complimenting the bodacious junk in your trunk

[silencio blue]

Ok then. Happy to provide afternoon ambiance in the bunion aisle.

[Nora]

The part of the story you don't know: you are actually being haunted by the ghost of a dozen cupcakes. Cupcake ghosts can only be seen by people who played football in high school.

[Blake]

And before this there were so many examples of great role models in white Ford Broncos....

[misterhinkydink]

Urban Dictionary to the rescue.

[terraambient]

we're you carrying cakes? :)

[Your Sharona]

That's what I love about this town. You can be feeling all down and callous-covered, and some random guy is still gonna feel it's his duty to compliment your appearance. =)

[cathyray]

amen to sharona