What swings from tree to tree and smells like almonds? Tarzipan I couldn't resist an opportunity for a cake joke
Think they should be done under the trade descriptions act, calling that a 'ball'.. I hear it fell to bits as well, representing their play off performance lol..
Once winter comes, I'm going to attempt to break the world record for the "biggest snow sculpture ever, shaped like a testicle". I've already dropped a line to Guinness to see if they'll recognise it, I'm sure it's a goer.
I'm not just saying this because it's that lot at S6 but that is the shittest looking cake I've even seen; it's not even close to being a ball. I'm not even sure what shape it is supposed to be. Absolute toss.
That's a massive cake. I heard that forty billion were admiring it, and another thirteen trillion wanted to, but were denied access.
Yes, but you didn't see my daughter's birthday cake after I "decorated" it. I refused point blank to buy a cake as they're ridiculously expensive and usually taste rancid, so I decided to make it myself. Did a test run and it was extremely good, so I repeated the recipe the day before the party, covered it with chocolate icing, and went to bed feeling smug. It was in the morning when I attempted to write "HAPPY BIRTHDAY ISLA" using M&M's, when things started to go extremely pear-shaped. First of all I ran out of space. Thinking that "HAPPY BIRTHDA ISL" would not really be acceptable, I took the M&M's off again, and changed it to "ISLA 6". It was looking pretty terrible by this point, but at least it was legible so I whacked it back in the fridge, covered with a plate so my missus couldn't see my "handiwork", and start insisting that we should have bought a cake. Just before setting off to the party, I look it back out, and to my horror the M&M's shells had all melted into the icing, leaving an illegible brown and multicoloured mess. Very luckily, I'd resisted the temptation to scoff the remaining M&M's, so I was able just to cover the whole of the top of the cake in them. It still looked utterly ****, but the kids obviously didn't care. When my missus quizzed the lack of promised writing on top of the cake, I made some excuse that "it wasn't fair on the Russian kids who wouldn't be able to read it." She looked a little skeptical (though was forced to admit that it tasted far better than a bought one).