
Someone stop this birthday monster!
Let’s talk about cake. I like cake. I like people not stealing my cake. In fact, I’d prefer it if no one ate my cake but me. Just give me a glass of milk and a week to finish it off.
Anyways, Pirate is a jerk.
Someone stop this birthday monster!
Let’s talk about cake. I like cake. I like people not stealing my cake. In fact, I’d prefer it if no one ate my cake but me. Just give me a glass of milk and a week to finish it off.
Anyways, Pirate is a jerk.
Put it back, Pirate!
Here’s a rule I live by: if it’s my birthday, I don’t work. That means I don’t go to class (unless I have an exam), I call in to work, and I generally have fun and relax. I don’t want to deal with anything on this special day of days.
That includes jerks running off with my cake and presents. That should be a hanging offense.
Thou shalt not suffer a cake-thief to live.
Some things must not be trifled with. Such as my desserts. I’m okay with you having some of my cookies — you can eat my Halloween candy, but my cake? No. Never the cake.
Sometimes I wish I were the size of a salt shaker. Food would be a lot more plentiful then. Also, I suspect insects would be a lot more scary, but you can’t have everything. Knight’s a pretty talented individual: she can bake and fight with swords. Two very useful skill sets.
You can hide it in the cupboard, above the fridge, behind the vegetables on the bottom shelf, but I’ll always find the cake. And eat it. I also think that even if you have a mech-soldier with laser cannons, it’s not going to do much damage if it’s really small. Size does matter.