Who wants cake?
They asked if I brought dessert… I just turned around and let the cake do the talking.
Fresh out the oven, double-layered, jiggle-certified, and hotter than your ex’s rebound. No forks needed—just eyes wide and tongues tied.
If squats were a religion, I’d be the high priestess of the holy peach. Worship wisely.
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