A long time ago, my boyfriend told me that his favorite cake was funfetti, so the other day I decided to surprise him and make one. I decided to make two smaller cakes so that my roommates and I could share one as well. I told the roomies that they could eat as much cake as they liked as long as they saved the last piece for me. I feel that this was reasonable, I did make the cake and all... but I came home from the bar last night, and there is the cake pan, sitting on the kitchen counter. Empty.
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