Imagine my dismay at realizing that not all tiny roses taste like buttercream. Also, sorry about your roses, Grandma.
Missed a few at the bottom. As the Queen of Hearts would say, "off with their heads!"
Fortress of solitude no more!
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.
Sorry strippers, R2D2 was coming out of groom's cakes a long time ago in a galaxy far far away before you were even born.