Birthday times are dope. For me, I always remember goin to Discovery Zone or Leaps And Bounds, running around that huge play area, talkin shit with my big bro Malcolm, the terrible pizza, and tryin to beg my mom to buy one of the small trinkets that forever gets lost in a sea of "materialistic shit you'll never wear or use." With all that being said (or written), the one thing that mostly everybody associates with birthdays are cake. Yes. Cake. My favorite you ask? Yellow Cake...straight out that Duncan Hines box...and with the Chocolate frosting?!?! yeah, it's a wrap.
"DON'T DROP THAT SHIT! I pray to God you don't drop that shit." -(c)Chappelle's Show
Anyways, it was my birthday, and I was sittin in my room chillin....with no cake. I'll admit, I was kinda salty. Then yesterday, my homie LaLaTheCoolest came through in the clutch with cupcakes that happen to be my favorite...CHAMPION.
sooooooooooooo good. Thank you thank you thank you...
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