Banana cake. My mother makes the best banana cake. I’m going back to visit her next week and she’s making one for me. I’ll eat the whole damn thing myself and everyone else can go screw off.
Uniter… yeah, you’re breaking my balls here. That cake was paid for by profits from Haliburton. And that decoration there looks like a Star of David, offending all of those in the Religion of Peace (MA). And the gas that you burned while picking up the cake was the result of the Bushitler’s secret deal with the Saudis. Furthermore, I question the timing of this cake. <snort> Uniter… sure.
On a separate note, how do people do that? My head is about to explode just typing that crap.
You answered your own question – their heads *have* exploded. Well, *imploded* is probably more accurate. (Think of what happened to Beetlejuice in the waiting room at the end of the of the movie….)
Banana cake. My mother makes the best banana cake. I’m going back to visit her next week and she’s making one for me. I’ll eat the whole damn thing myself and everyone else can go screw off.
And I’ll have some of yours too, Jeff. Thanks.
A strawberry cupcake would be nice. Is that too pushy?
Joan of Arc didn’t have a frickin’ clue. Cake is the breakfast of champions. Fairly pudgy champions, but still.
Chocolate for me, please.
Cream cheese frosting, chocolate cake and cannoli filling, please.
Oh, and write something witty on the top of it with yellow icing.
No cake for me thanks, I got full from eating all of those bunny steaks…….
mmmmm……..bunny steaks……
Wasn’t that what Teresa Heinz Kerry said to the hurricane victims? oh wait.. that was “let them eat cake.” ( while naked )
Uniter… yeah, you’re breaking my balls here. That cake was paid for by profits from Haliburton. And that decoration there looks like a Star of David, offending all of those in the Religion of Peace (MA). And the gas that you burned while picking up the cake was the result of the Bushitler’s secret deal with the Saudis. Furthermore, I question the timing of this cake. <snort> Uniter… sure.
On a separate note, how do people do that? My head is about to explode just typing that crap.
Happy place…I’m goooiiinng to my haaappy plaaace…
I want to have my cake and eat it, too.
Chrees:
You answered your own question – their heads *have* exploded. Well, *imploded* is probably more accurate. (Think of what happened to Beetlejuice in the waiting room at the end of the of the movie….)
Oh, and chocolate, please.
I don’t care what flavor, just make sure there’s a file in it.
Cinnamon swirl with vanilla frosting. Trust me on this.
Cake? Cake!!? Do you mean to tell me you’re one of those mean-spirited partisan cake supporters…?!?!?
Whaddaya got against danish? Raspberry, preferably made with Splenda.