I’m in Chicago again. Tim3P0 and I are visiting Elyse and Brian for Moose’s birthday, which has me thinking about cake, which in turn has me thinking about Marie Antoinette. What follows logically from there is Eddie Izzard:
And now you have a tiny bit of insight into how my mind works. Scary, eh?
So, which is it: cake or death? Also, if you feel so inclined, you may share your particular birthday cake preferences. Did you get to pick what type of cake you wanted as a kid? What’s your dream cake, and even better, did you ever actually get it?
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