Sunday, May 30, 2010

Here's The Cake!

Here's Matt's cake!

Big friggin' deal. I can't have any. I couldn't even get close enough to scratch the sides with my poopy paws just to taste the buttermilk. Yes, that's right. The frosting is dark chocolate, butter-cream from that Linda lady in Mt. Joy, PA where she makes cakes for evil people like Matt who doesn't share with cats.

It took 4 days for that slob to eat his precious cake, slurping and belching as he wolfed it down his throat. He said the middle layer was separated by a peanut butter moose or something. Mooses bite! I hope he got bit, alright. Devil's chocolate in the cake, and dark chocolate buttermilk frosting on the outside with green trim as you can see. What a pig. He kept going on and on about how he couldn't leave it out or the whole thing would melt into a pile because it wasn't artificial or something. And then he had to drive with the A/C on full blast in the heat for almost an hour! Who gives a rats bungie? Not me. I don't care. Can you tell? Happy Birthday and congratulations to Matt and not me, even though as you can see, my name is on the stupid thing along side his.

1 comment:

The Lee County Clowder said...

We think you should have jumped right into the middle of that cake. Teach Matt to taunt you with a cake and then not let you have any of it.