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connecting with my inner predator via a cake

For your Jaws. To. Masticate. Nom Nom Nom.

For your Jaws. To. Masticate. Nom Nom Nom.

i’ve always maintained that if i were a shark in captivity, i would fling myself against the glass of my tank until it cracked, or die trying. i would be vicious and predatorial, and i would eat anything they put in the tank with me. i feel that this cake captures some of that primeval desire to connect with the .02% of my genes that was once a prehistoric shark in the first waters before we all became land mammals.

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