Where is the cake? Cake is the language of love. I don’t see any cakes in the building. You know, people say that to you: “I love you, I love you!” Yeah? Gimme a fuckin’ eclair.
(Source: amandatheangrygirl, via fuckyeahbritishcomedy)
Where is the cake? Cake is the language of love. I don’t see any cakes in the building. You know, people say that to you: “I love you, I love you!” Yeah? Gimme a fuckin’ eclair.
(Source: amandatheangrygirl, via fuckyeahbritishcomedy)
Bake me a cake or go away.
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