The idea that people might enjoy eating sweets shaped like dog poop
had never occurred to me before. I have studied this matter
extensively (there is an academic discipline called coprology,
the study of faeces), and there
is not an awful lot of difference between the shape of dog poop and the shape of its human
counterpart.
This culinary innovation opens a floodgate of profitable possibilities for discerning entrepreneurs. Would it not be possible to craft sweets and pastries in the shape of erotically stimulating phenomena? These might have great appeal for the terminally depraved.
I am thinking of cakes shaped like the breasts of human females, with cherries representing the nipples; and doughnuts shaped like [something else]. For the ladies, I am thinking of eclairs shaped like the male organ [in two different varieties].
These could have chocolate, vanilla, or lemon frosting, depending on the racial preferences of the consumer.
The stern canons of good taste forbid me to speculate further, but I commend this idea to the erotically inclined producers and consumers of foodstuffs.
I get a cut of the profits, of course.
Yours, kinky and proud of it,
Hadrian Beasley