I'd like to think that this cake really does have lots and lots of separate little layers, each one wrapped in its own pretty tissue paper just a little different than the one below it.
Imagine waking up on Sunday morning after a super fun night out on the town for your friend's birthday. You're exhausted, you're sore, your voice is hoarse from proclamations of merriment, your hair smells funny and you still have one sock on. Now imagine that this donut appears on your nightstand. Feeling a bit better now? I thought so.