So I totes won that election. I'm going to bring everyone little sponge-dinosaur capsules tomorrow and pass them out.
Jimmy and I made sure to keep the offensive pastry tradition alive for Sam's birthday last week with THIS little masterpiece.
It was total guess-ipie. No measuring cups, no directions, all retardedness. It didn't taste bad CONSIDERING all of the stuff I just said. In general, it was really bland. Needed more sugar.