Whatever, there aren't nearly enough bewbz on this cake to hold a candle to Harley.
You just can't let your friends eat it. Then they'll know your secret. Paper.
If it's not made of brains, I don't want it.
It's always good to know someone's got your back.
Well played, baker!
There are never enough Nyan Cat cakes. NEVAR!!!
By the time this stupid candle melts down I will have already alienated and offended my date. Burn faster!