It's my birthday.
The story:
I baked a chocolate cake, but it got a little too crispy on the corners, so we ripped those off (seen on top as a hat). Then, as we were covering it in frosting (originally intended to be multicolored squares), it cracked to form that lovely sylvian fissure. Started to look really brainy then, so we wrote "brain". This was my 20th birthday, the same birthday which ended with a shower of blood (not mine) and a trip to the emergency room. Unfortunately, I don't have pictures of that, but looking back, that night was hilarious. Quote from a cocaine addict: "I told him dressing like a banana would get him beaten up!"