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.
Wish them well or they will eat you.
Imagine my dismay at realizing that not all tiny roses taste like buttercream. Also, sorry about your roses, Grandma.
It's OK, I'm pretty sure nobody's going to be upset if some of the foundation is showing.