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?
Trash the dress? More like trash the city.
So stop kissing your chips and whispering into the dice hoping she'll hear you, fellas.
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.
The canoe's all right, but I'm not sure if the cake's gonna make it under that bridge!
On second thought, that won't be a problem...