Oh god I am so full! What is wrong with me? I can't just see food pass me by. Damn that Bakewell tart was good though. The problem now is I am so full all I can think is cake. I am going to die of cake overdose.
What do you think would happen if a human brain spintaneously turned into a Victoria Sponge. I assume that wouldn't end well for the induvidual concered.
This is akin to really needing a wee. I cannot construct a thought that goes more than about 10 seconds past the stage of inception without bursting into a cake bubble. We may yet find out the answer to the hither to unanswered question of what happens when a human brain spontaneously morphs into cake.
Morphs, that reminds me, morph suits. What the chuffin' mountain lions is that sponge caking about? (sorry cake brain fart there, but I think we are getting through the cake enduced semi-coma) Honestly, human men what are morph suits about. Do you secretly all wish to run around wearing lycra so that we get a good view of exactly what your junk looks like, but just in case we point and laugh you hide your faces and your blush. You are all very very strange.
I think I might take my cake face to bed.
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