nine cakes and fifteen hours my three teir topsy turvy cake is done. my wife and i load it into the truck i ride in back with the cake. after about the fifth pothole the three became one. acouple of the guys encouriged me to bring it in anyways, there is still enuff for everyone to taste. the desert table looked great and there is my colapsed mess. at the end of the night they read off the names of the winner of the golden spoon award. i heard my name and almost hit the floor i won first place with the most votes, it was the buttercream frosting everyone said, i say it is my sacrifice and offering was more pleasing to god and others. there was my cake poured out all over my truck much like christ blood spilled for us god bless everyone thanks
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