Given the choice of cake and love, let's just say at the end of the day you can't sit in front of your refrigerator and eat and entire plate of love.
I sincerely hope it tastes like bacon.
OK, OK, my hand may have gently grazed layers one and three and that's why they're gold. But in all honesty, nobody was gonna eat all that cake anyway, right?
Leave some for the little hogs!
Since I can't have this cake I'm just going to buy a bouquet of roses at the grocery store and eat it. Thorns be damned.
YES WE HEART YOU, CAKE. No need to brag about it.