The Cupcakes for Life site is down due to bandwidth, but the magic of Google found me the cache, and this is too good not to share:
“Cupcakes were designed with birthdays in mind. However, not everyone has been allowed to be born.”
How did you celebrate pro-life cupcake day? (via)
Act V, SCENE VIII. Another part of the field.
Enter MACBETH
MACBETH
Why should I play the bakin’ boy, and cut
with my cake knife? whiles I see cakes, the cuts
Do better upon them.
Enter MACDUFF
MACDUFF
Turn, cupcake, turn!
MACBETH
Of all men else I have avoided thee:
But get thee back; my plate is too much charged
With cake of thine already.
MACDUFF
I have no cakes:
My cake is in the oven: thou baker’s reject
That sugar can cover!
They fight
MACBETH
Thou losest frosting:
As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
With thy cake knife impress as ice my cake:
Let fall thy sugar on softer baked goods;
I bear a charmed cake, which cannot yield,
To one of woman born.
MACDUFF
Despair, cupcake;
And let the baker whom thou still hast served
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother’s womb
Untimely ripp’d.
MACBETH
Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
For it hath cow’d my better part of man!
And be these juggling fiends no more believed,
That palter with us in a double sense;
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope. I’ll not fight with thee.
MACDUFF
Then yield thee, cupcake,
And live to be the show and gaze o’ the time:
We’ll have thee, as our rarer cake wrecks are,
posted on a blog, and underwrit,
‘Here may you see the cupcake.’
MACBETH
I will not yield,
To kiss the ground before young Marcotte’s feet,
And to be baited with the rabble’s curse.
Though Conservapedia be come to Slacktivist,
And thou opposed, being of no woman born,
Yet I will try the last. Before my body
I throw my warlike cake. Lay on, Macduff,
And damn’d be him that first cries, ‘Hold, enough!’
Exeunt, frosting. Alarums.
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