sponges with shaving cream (and a side of scary stories)

the sponge is soft. it is resilient. it absorbs impact. it softens the blow.
the shaving cream is a companion. it eases the ride. it smoothes the journey.
the two aren't all that different, you see, for they both serve a similar purpose on different surfaces.

now somebody please tell me who put these two together.
and why.

the term "sponges and shaving cream" used to describe this supposedly decadent dessert was not coined by me, but instead, a wise chap who had offered me a plate of... this "cake". a fellow with years of experience in this frighteningly adventurous city. one with stories to tell to us because the students he works with are too young to not be traumatized.

stories of ghosts walking through walls.
stories of spirits with glowing auras.
stories of eerie footsteps and no one attached to them.
stories of the supernatural in the heart of chinatown.
stories of bloody floors and stupid decisions.
stories of what he's seen, what he's encountered, and what he's lived with.

and i had wished
when he was done telling us these stories
i had just wished
someone would've given him a piece of sponge and shaving cream to soften his journey
like he did with us.