The cake is a lie.

Only in exchange for back-stage passes so that we may afford our rock-n-roll lifestyle.

As long as it's awkward cake, it should be fine. 

The choice we were initially presented with was a straight vote between cake and death. 

I'll put it to you this way; I have an inbox filter on my email app that immediately discards anything with the word 'cake' in the subject line.  The same goes for 'cookies', 'snacks', and 'treats'.  If my server rule could smite the sender, I would do it.

If I want to walk into a cloud of fruit flies I'll go hang out by the dumpster out back.  This is not even to mention how awkward it is to have a serious buisness conversation in a room that smells like vanilla fosting because SOME people (I'm looking at you JOSH) can't shovel cake into their face without accidentally smearing it all over the table.

Any more cake and, I swear to god, I'm going to lose it.

Cake is a construct invented by man to sell Winnebagoes.

What kind of cake?

Red velvet cake because that's how Janice rolls.

This will then necessitate 48pt all-caps Times New Roman signs in the bathroom as a reminder that cups, plates, and plastic forks should not be disgarded in the bathroom trash recptical because of that rodent problem we had last year when Jerry almost had to go to the hospital.

Could I just have the "cake time" to work on my 20% project?

... Anyway this cake is great It's so delicious and moist...Look at me still talking when there's science to do ...

from God of Cake