our tribe is the best tribe

today, we were surprised by a present from my pet gimp and James, another awesome member of the tribe (James sings opera, well enough to play Figaro in The Marriage of Figaro). they came back bearing this present in a fancy cellophane display box, carefully decorated, the very definition of cute.

this present was a heart-shaped, three-flavoured, pink-and-purple iced ice cream cake. piped on it were the words OM NOM NOM and a symbolic representation of the stretched anus of Goatse. this was planned for a week beforehand, apparently.

i love my tribe.

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