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?
As punishment for ruining the other cake, I will eat the tire cake... OK, so I'm gonna eat both of you. I never said this was going to be fair.
So stop kissing your chips and whispering into the dice hoping she'll hear you, fellas.
Trash the dress? More like trash the city.