Costco sells a seven-pound chocolate cake, and I’m always eyeing it.
I don’t have a reason to get a seven-pound chocolate cake, but I’d like a reason to get a seven-pound chocolate cake.
I just need an occasion to get enough people together to eat a seven-pound chocolate cake.
A cake party?
People have cake parties, right?
That’s not just a horribly gluttonous thing I made up, is it?
IS IT!?
Cake party.
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Ever get a hankering for baby? A white baby in particular? Maybe in smooth, rich ice cream?
Well, the bakery at Albertsons has got you covered, my friends, and they’ll do you one better. They’ll satisfy your white baby ice cream craving in cake form.
You can pick up your very own baby-cake for $5.99 US dollars. And it’s iced.
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Cheesecake on a stick.
Covered in chocolate and nuts.
World, what hast thou wrought?
A full slice of cheesecake. Stuck onto a little wooden rod. Dipped in chocolate and crushed peanuts. Then frozen.
It…it was good.
Stop judging me…
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The other week at KFC,
The clerk gave me a cake for free;
It looked so moist and chocolatey,
This ridgy little round.But when I took it home with me
And set it on my grocery,
It slid off as I turned the key
And smashed against the ground.
Lame.
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