My sister is naughty. Trust me, I know these things. So reroute all the presents to me please.
Mind as well face it: you are completely dead to us from now on. Goodbye.
I believe we either have a dumb cake decorator at the bakery or we're missing a part of the cake I've ordered.
All I ever wanted was a minion cake. This is all I could do.
The purpose behind the existence of donuts has been revealed.
Here is a cake representing you, son. It's about 9 months before you were born.
Now go get yourself busy and bake this delicious cake. We were too tired to do it ourselves.