True story: Something like fifteen years ago I was riding my bike through Wallingford in Seattle, on my way to work in the U District. I looked right and caught a glimpse through the window of The Erotic Bakery, just as one of the decorators was carrying a gigantic cock and balls. I was momentarily captivated as the frosted genitalia bobbed their way through the shop, it was simultaneously perverse and disgusting yet magical and hilarious.

… in that brief moment of losing concentration on the road I damned near wrecked, could easily have died. Penis cakes are more dangerous than you think.