Cake is only awesome when it has chocolate frosting.

At work, every day, I pick up the phone to make a call and hear a dial tone. Then, in my head, I hear, "I need your arms around me, I need to feel your touch." Then the bass kicks in. And then I find myself listening to that Cake song, against my will, in my OWN head.

And now I want cake, too. Thanks a lot, Cake the Band (because I would never talk trash about Cake the Amazing Dessert I Love Even Though it'll Make Me A Fattie Fat Fattie). Jerks. I hope you break up, and have to work at McDonalds asking people to biggie size things in monotone.