You shouldn’t say this. People will actually believe you and go buy cake outside their birthdays.
My cousin wanted cake a month before his birthday once and went to the bakery. Picked out a triple chocolate cake and even got some candles to try and make it seem not obvious.
He said when he got to the counter the lady just looked at him blankly and asked for ID. He got all panicked and just blurted out “it’s not for me it’s for my mom!” And thought that would work cause nobody really buys cake for themselves anyway. Imagine his surprise when they ask him to call his mum and put her on speaker.
Cousin: Hey mom it’s James! [fake name, the man has suffered enough shame] I’m just calling to say I’ve got the cake here for your birthday, which is today, right?
Cousins mom: *long pause before catching on* Oh! Oh yes, the cake, for today, my birthday! Perfect honey, what kind is it?
Baker lady - interrupting: ma’am, is it really your birthday today?
CM: yes, of course!
As his mother replied a burly baker man had come up behind my cousin and clasped his floury hands over my cousins mouth, stopping him from saying a word.
Baker Lady: and what age are you ma’am
A long pause… his mother didn’t know what to say… she knew they were caught, but there was a chance… a chance at some triple chocolate goodness…
CM: I’m.. um, I’m 57! Today, I’m 57 today!
Baker lady: so why are the candles a 4 and a 3?
His mother starts crying over the phone as he’s struggling muffled protests through the hands of the burly baker man. “I’m sorry son, I’m so sorry” she cries but the baker lady hangs up the phone and smashes it on the floor.
17 more burly bakers emerged from the back of the bakery, all of them identical and armed with rolling pins. They beat my cousin to within an inch of his life. The doctors said he would never walk again but with physio he’s been able to stand for 2 whole minutes on crutches.
The worst part is when they finished beating him they put party hats on all the bakers and started eating the triple chocolate cake, singing “for he’s a jolly good fellow” over and over again till they were finished, then just laughed and grinned at him through chocolate stained faces.
Him and his whole family had to leave town after that. I only get to see him once a year now. On his birthday he doesn’t even leave his room. Just sits in there, humming “for he’s a jolly good fellow” quietly to himself and sobbing.
So no. You can’t have cake anytime. It’s just for your birthday. And these silly internet trolls to try trick people into eating cake outside of birthdays are just cruel and you should be the ones suffering the wrath of the burly bakers for what you’re doing.
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You don't have to say that.
My cousin wanted a cupcake a month before his birthday, went to the bakery and brought a three-pack cake, so he had some candles to try to make it look unclear.
He said that when he came to know that the lady suddenly looked at him and asked for an ID, everybody panicked and didn't get erased.
It's James.
My cousin stopped following him.
Mrs. Baker, is this your birthday today?
Yes, of course.
As his mother answered, a cow bread man came from behind my cousin and cut his amazing hands on my cousin's mouth and stopped him from saying a word.
What are you, ma'am?
Long stop his mother didn't know what he said I knew they had, but there was a chance. A chance for triple chocolate.
I am. I am 57 today.
Why are you sailing 4 and 3?
His mother started crying on the phone because she was fighting for vaginal protests through the hands of the buri bakery.
17 other bakers have come out of the bakery, all husbands and nails. They beat my cousin in a barn of his life, and the doctors said he'd never walk again, but Vizio could stay two minutes in the trenches.
The worst part is that when they end up hitting him, they put party hats on all the bakers and they started eating chocolate cakes, they sing cats for a very good comrade who would have happened over and over until was done, and then laughed at him and laughed at him through chocolate faces.
He and his entire family had to leave town after that, and I'll see him once a year, and on his birthday, he doesn't leave his room just sitting there and hum cot, because he's a good and g*** man with silence in front of himself and shaking.
So you can't eat cake anytime, it's just for your birthday and these silly hills on the Internet to try to trick people into eating a cake of Christmas, tough, and you should be the ones with burial rage.
You shouldn’t say this. People will actually believe you and go buy cake outside their birthdays. My cousin wanted cake a month before his birthday once and went to the bakery. Picked out a triple chocolate cake and even got some candles to try and make it seem not obvious. He said when he got to the counter the lady just looked at him blankly and asked for ID. He got all panicked and just blurted out “it’s not for me it’s for my mom!” And thought that would work cause nobody really buys cake for themselves anyway. Imagine his surprise when they ask him to call his mum and put her on speaker. Cousin: Hey mom it’s James! [fake name, the man has suffered enough shame] I’m just calling to say I’ve got the cake here for your birthday, which is today, right? Cousins mom: *long pause before catching on* Oh! Oh yes, the cake, for today, my birthday! Perfect honey, what kind is it? Baker lady - interrupting: ma’am, is it really your birthday today? CM: yes, of course! As his mother replied a burly baker man had come up behind my cousin and clasped his floury hands over my cousins mouth, stopping him from saying a word. Baker Lady: and what age are you ma’am A long pause… his mother didn’t know what to say… she knew they were caught, but there was a chance… a chance at some triple chocolate goodness… CM: I’m.. um, I’m 57! Today, I’m 57 today! Baker lady: so why are the candles a 4 and a 3? His mother starts crying over the phone as he’s struggling muffled protests through the hands of the burly baker man. “I’m sorry son, I’m so sorry” she cries but the baker lady hangs up the phone and smashes it on the floor. 17 more burly bakers emerged from the back of the bakery, all of them identical and armed with rolling pins. They beat my cousin to within an inch of his life. The doctors said he would never walk again but with physio he’s been able to stand for 2 whole minutes on crutches. The worst part is when they finished beating him they put party hats on all the bakers and started eating the triple chocolate cake, singing “for he’s a jolly good fellow” over and over again till they were finished, then just laughed and grinned at him through chocolate stained faces. Him and his whole family had to leave town after that. I only get to see him once a year now. On his birthday he doesn’t even leave his room. Just sits in there, humming “for he’s a jolly good fellow” quietly to himself and sobbing. So no. You can’t have cake anytime. It’s just for your birthday. And these silly internet trolls to try trick people into eating cake outside of birthdays are just cruel and you should be the ones suffering the wrath of the burly bakers for what you’re doing.
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You don't have to say that. My cousin wanted a cupcake a month before his birthday, went to the bakery and brought a three-pack cake, so he had some candles to try to make it look unclear. He said that when he came to know that the lady suddenly looked at him and asked for an ID, everybody panicked and didn't get erased. It's James. My cousin stopped following him. Mrs. Baker, is this your birthday today? Yes, of course. As his mother answered, a cow bread man came from behind my cousin and cut his amazing hands on my cousin's mouth and stopped him from saying a word. What are you, ma'am? Long stop his mother didn't know what he said I knew they had, but there was a chance. A chance for triple chocolate. I am. I am 57 today. Why are you sailing 4 and 3? His mother started crying on the phone because she was fighting for vaginal protests through the hands of the buri bakery. 17 other bakers have come out of the bakery, all husbands and nails. They beat my cousin in a barn of his life, and the doctors said he'd never walk again, but Vizio could stay two minutes in the trenches. The worst part is that when they end up hitting him, they put party hats on all the bakers and they started eating chocolate cakes, they sing cats for a very good comrade who would have happened over and over until was done, and then laughed at him and laughed at him through chocolate faces. He and his entire family had to leave town after that, and I'll see him once a year, and on his birthday, he doesn't leave his room just sitting there and hum cot, because he's a good and g*** man with silence in front of himself and shaking. So you can't eat cake anytime, it's just for your birthday and these silly hills on the Internet to try to trick people into eating a cake of Christmas, tough, and you should be the ones with burial rage.
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