19 October 1981
Ladies and gentlemen,
I, Jake Mullet, baked a cake. Two actually. One to see if I could make it edible and two so that I could give it to Kat for her birthday.
Both are a little lopsided, but whatever because I made them with my own two hands and loving care. I even frosted them, even though that's fucking hard and it made them look even wonkier, but what's a birthday cake without frosting, I ask you.
Oh, and I can make eggs, thanks to Brad.
Anybody want a piece of the first one? I ate a piece and didn't die, I swear. Act now, because I'm hanging up my frilly apron forever.
I, Jake Mullet, baked a cake. Two actually. One to see if I could make it edible and two so that I could give it to Kat for her birthday.
Both are a little lopsided, but whatever because I made them with my own two hands and loving care. I even frosted them, even though that's fucking hard and it made them look even wonkier, but what's a birthday cake without frosting, I ask you.
Oh, and I can make eggs, thanks to Brad.
Anybody want a piece of the first one? I ate a piece and didn't die, I swear. Act now, because I'm hanging up my frilly apron forever.