Your Frosted Tips
This cake showed tremendous potential, and almost satisfied my dessert needs. However, despite being lighter than air and incredibly sweet, it was nearly impossible to get past the frosting, which left a truly awful, overpowering, and vaguely insulting taste in my mouth. The cake was- I’m sorry, dude, frosted tips? are you serious? why would that even be a thing you’d think ANYONE would want to see, or smell or, oh shit this one got away from me… cake? Right, yeah, it’s a cake metaphor and also i’ll never fuck you with that bleach on your head.