Yes, David, tweak those nipples.

Tonight was David Bowie Night with Angela and Lindsay.

David Bowie Night consisted of the following:

1) Renting "The Man Who Fell From Earth" from Hill City Comics, with me nearly getting myself killed on the way when I nearly ran through a red lighted intersection because I was looking for the correct turn off. I am a fantastic driver, as breaking heavy on ice covered roads is the absolute best form of action when one is FACING IMMINENT DEATH.

2) Making a David Bowie cake. Our David Bowie cake was magnificent. Made of chocolate, as the real David Bowie most likely is, David Bowie in delicious moist cake form wore sparkly festive pants, a t-shirt emblazoned with "Kitty" (with a picture of a kitty over top), a purple guitar and a super fashionable red mullet. And, lest I forget, his pants had the tell-tale bulge that accompanied The Bowie in the Labyrinth. You can't do a David Bowie cake without the spandexed package, and that's all there is to it.

3) We also watched the Labyrinth. We couldn't finish "The Man Who Fell From Earth" as it proved to be all over the place, entirely confusing and full of strange Freudian sex scenes. Plus, watching David Bowie stare in wonder at his nipples and start tweaking them as though he was pretty sure any second they'd explode into party sparklers or fluffy kittens chasing balls of yarn or something (At least this is what my nipples do.) was just too much for me. Watch out for the scene of David Bowie screaming at the tower of televisions. FUNNIEST THING I'VE SEEN ALL YEAR. But I love the Labyrinth. Even though it's terribly over acted and nearly everything that Jennifer Connelly said made us laugh uproariously, it's still a great movie.

4) Salad Fingers. (Creepy and yet strangely hilarious.)

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