What do you do when you hate the guy you're dating, but he only has one eye? What do you stare at when sitting across from an old person whose eyes are constantly dripping in a way that can't possibly be healthy? What happens when a textbook life doesn't match up with the story you had in your head? May as well have some gross, wet cake and laugh all the way down. A wet punch of the ordinary and of what we lose when we cant be satisfied.