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"Mmm! This cake looks so good!" Bryan says, cutting into the gorgeous desert. The suspense is killing me regarding what flavor the cake even is. Bryan's knife cuts right through the sumptuous sweet, leaving behind little yellow crumbs.

Yellow? Marble? Lemon? I need to know!

I try to ignore Iggy's loud breathing right over my shoulder, and the hundreds of pairs of eyes all staring in the cake's direction.

"I haven't been so hyped up with anticipation since I waited on finding out the gender of my child!" someone shouts. I don't even know who it is, but they must be enthusiastic.

Finally, a whiff of lemon hits my nose. It's a beautiful lemon cake! "Wow, man!" Grace says, "Lemon cake is like lemonade you can eat!"

It's just the drugs, it's just the drugs...

Quick as a flash, Bryan doles out slice after slice of cake. He works fast, and Sara takes a slice of the perfect desert and just sits down and chows down while Bryan rushes out the cake. Finally, he screams, "They're going to kill me!!" Bryan breaks down in tears before the monstrous cake, and he is carried away by Brian, Sara, and Lily.

Iggy hops in from behind me, fully clothed in a T-shirt with little lemons printed all over it and a jean jacket. "I'm here to save the day!"

Everyone gasps, and finally Judy says, "What the hell is that guy doing wearing a shirt?"

Hannah squeals, "I don't know, but it's scaring the hell out of me! He's actually modestly dressed!!"

I hear the poor screams of hysterical party goers, and finally Iggy says, "Fine! I'll take my shirt off!"

"I bet you enjoyed that, douche canoe!" Lee snaps. They and Jimmy both flash disapproving looks at Iggy. "Ugh, I'll show you my perfection in the dark arts!"

Some people gasp, and Lily jumps in front of Lee and says, "Please, none of that! It kind of scares me!" She ascends the staircase and declares, "There will be no satanism at this party!" She jumps down, is caught, and crowd surfs along a whole line of people, where she finally reaches Judy, who just kind of let her fall to the ground.

But it's my party!

Elisa gives her manager a bit of a dirty look, and then finally Judy sasses, "What?! I could have whacked her with a damn lamp!"

Lily moans from the floor, "Thanks Judy."

Brian Eno rushes over from cake duty and peals her off the floor. "Please tell me she hasn't had any of Lou's special concoctions!"

Grace sips her lemonade and says, "I hate to tell you this, because you're such a nice guy and all, but probably." She pokes at some ice and continues, "Just take her to the bedroom or something. Now, can we get back to the cake already?!"

"Oh right, baby!" Iggy says, "Lou, honey, can you help me?"

"Of course!" Lou rushes over to fill in Brian's spot at the cake. The slices flash by like nothing, until all the people are satisfied. There is still a bit of cake left, and I smile, knowing that I can finally have a slice. However, Grace runs over and jumps into the remainder of the cake, consuming all of it. She writhes on the table, and Iggy runs away, a little intimidated.

"Haha!" Lee squeals. "You deserved that, Iggy!"

"This cake is so good!" she screams. Brilliant, this is a repeat of earlier. Again, Grace wears my clothes and jumps into food. She rolls of the ping pong table, covered in frosting.

Sara rushes over, bearing a towel, "Grace! We worked so hard on that cake!" She makes a really disappointed face, "I thought you of all people could appreciate a good cake!"

"I do!" She says, her face completely covered in cake, "That's why I ate all of it." My girlfriend, the cake attacker, the penis mocker, the clothing stealer. God I love her. She takes off yet another one of my jackets, only to reveal a simple white T shirt.

Elisa comes over, "My dear, this is a glam rock party! What are you doing wearing such simple attire?"

Iggy comes over with his lemon shirt, "Wear this, hun."

Jimmy takes a sip from his best friend, Jack Daniels, and says, "That shirt reminds me of a certain song by one of my band mates!"

"That's nice Jimmy," Judy sasses, "But no one really cares about Led Zeppelin." As far as I can see, she is being facetious, but Lee's fuming face did not seem to get that message.

"What did you say?" they squeal. "Take it back!"

"Why should I?" Judy downs another shot, courtesy of Lou Reed, and Elisa tries to pull her friend away, fully aware her friend is drunk and stoned out of her head.

Lee rips Jimmy's best friend away from him and takes a drink, "Because Led Zeppelin is the best band ever!"

"No, my dear, The Rolling Stones are!" Judy says.

Mick stumbles over, "Judy, I really appreciate that you have such strong opinions about my band!" Just as my friend lunges over to peck Judy on the cheek, she bashes him in the face, flat on the nose.

I need to have a garage sale to get rid of all of these damn lamps.

"Ahhhh!" he screams, clutching his bleeding face.

"Baby, let me see it," Holly says, and she gently brushes his hand away, "Ahhhhhhh!" She screams upon seeing his crushed nose and swollen cheekbones.

"Yep, that's definitely broken," Andy Mackay says, while licking up some of Lou's ice cream.

Stephanie, while in Roger Taylor's arms, says, "Andy, that looks really wrong."

Andy rolls his eyes, and Jimmy Page comes up, bearing a mystical looking walking staff. "Lily has gone away, so I feel no shame in doing this," he lifts his staff high into the air, and a stream of lighting comes down and hits Mick right in the face, "You're cured, Buddy."

Lee squeals, "That's my boy!"

Mick's face, interestingly enough, is completely healed of his broken bones, "Wow, that woke me right up!" Holly embraces Mick, and places kisses all over his healed face. "I love you, darling," she says. Mick replies, "I love you too!" They stare happily into each other's eyes.

Hannah, still in a little shock, comes over to me and says, "What if none of this is actually happening and we are all just high on Lou's drugs?"

Marc drops his glass on the floor, and his eyes get really big. I say, "Honey, just by saying that, you must be high!" Hannah and I laugh, Lou laughs, Iggy laughs, and we are all quite satisfied.

Hannah hugs Marc, and he kisses her forehead, "Say, what do you think we should do now?"

Elisa declares, "We could all play seven minutes in Heaven and throw Mick in the closet, which is where we all know he is anyways!" Holly rolls her eyes, so I suppose this is not an acceptable option.

Iggy taps me on the shoulder, "My penis is warm, can I take my pants off?"

"Iggy," I start, "you do realize that is not a socially acceptable question?"

"Perhaps, but maybe we could go down to your sex dungeon?" Iggy says dangerously.

"You mean my basement?" I say, a little scared.

"Don't you have a ping pong table down there, David?" Elisa says, hanging onto Keith Richards.

"I have a ping pong table on all floors!" I say proudly.

"Perfect!" she squeals, grasping Keith. They run to my basement, with has a lava lamp, and an funky ottoman to get it on.

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"Great," I state, "Now you kids have fun, I'm going to see if my high as a kite girlfriend considered leaving me behind a speck of cake."

I go back upstairs, and I see Stephanie leading yet another damn conga line, but this time it's going right through my living room. Great, I hope they just don't ruin my lovely little futon! You know, maybe I should loosen up and just participate in the conga line, it might be fun! Wait, no...

Just then Sara and Bryan run right out of the conga line, so I have to assume something terribly fishy is going on there, but just what it is, I'm scared to find out!

What fishiness is going on exactly?
What is going on in the basement?
Tell me what you think in the comments.