Narcissisum, thy name is Chidi

On these things I always wonder if they think it all the way through. I mean where/how they decide to cut the first piece. My wife was telling me about a cake that they made for her retiring boss–it was a red velvet cake with a photograph face frosting on it. You might have seen these–they take a photograph and scan it and then frost the cake to look like the image.

So there you are with this big knife–and your retiring boss right there. What do you cut first? Her throat of course :slight_smile: I imagine it was awkward and then you have that nice red velvet look where you cut.

So how did this bride/groom cut first? I would have stabbed the cake myself!

Sort of south-groinish :eek:

Insert Quagmire-speak here.

What part did they save to put in the deep freezer for their first anniversary? The head? You’re supposed to save the top layer, after all. Imagine explaining that to the cops when they mistakenly raid your house because some minimum-wage court clerk typed the wrong address on the search warrant.

Wonder what the groom did in a past life to deserve this hell. This chick is the very definition of “high maintenence”.

Hee…classic if they cut diamond-shaped pieces off the back.