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[criminal_issues]

I know I've been told not to meddle and that meddling can really you know, not turn out so well. Of course, it's me so - I meddled anyway. And for a while? The meddling helped. It really helped. To understand this story, you also have to know that my birthday cake my office ordered for me on Wednesday came two days late. Anyway, back to the

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[criminal_issues]

I try to help. And then I get cake in my face. You'd think I would learn.

[criminal_issues]

My one coworker CeCe was having troubles with her girlfriend and I thought I gave her good advice. But, she came in today and they had broken up. Somehow, it came out that it was because of something I said. CeCe's girlfriend or ex or whatever spotted me, picked up the cake Jack was holding and shoved it into my face.

Because it was all my fault.

[likes_cameras]

What happened with said meddling?

[criminal_issues]

This is different meddling! And what happened is I'm sitting in my apartment in boxers, my clothes in the washer -- a cake was kind of shoves in my face.

[likes_cameras]

Was it good cake?

[criminal_issues]

It was my birthday cake.

Two days late.

And stop laughing.

[nerdherdchuck]

Okay, I'm lost. The meddling helped...but you ended up with cake in your face?

[criminal_issues]

In the short run, I thought it'd help - in the long run? I had a cake shoved in my face. Do you want the beginning, the middle, or the end of this sad tale?

[nerdherdchuck]

I guess you could tell me the end unless there's a lot of backstory.

[criminal_issues]

The end is Tiffanee, CeCe's ex-girlfriend shoving my birthday cake in my face.