Deep space meets jungle predator. A match made in heaven.
You've got a little grey matter stuck between your teeth.
I have no idea how a stormtrooper an a pimp have any connection, but this is a pretty awesome cake.
When kitteh not has food, kitteh be food!
I don't know if I could bring myself to eat Travolta's weirdly uneven eyes and pouty lips, he's kind of grossing me out. I'd rather have a five dollar milkshake.
I'd take a bite outta that face anytime!
How on earth did you find time to make a cake when you should have been spending every minute playing this stupid game?