Luchastyle
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then it'll be the 3rd city.
Hey Vice7, sorry bro. I was just excited. I didn't know what to do and I thought the number on the cake was only for me. I didn't mean to be an ass about it. But it was what was inside that really mattered...I hope I do get my $30 though.Yo dude,
I realized that you couldn't give me the telephone number, but don't be a jerk about it! If you were to say to me, "dude, I can't give you the number 'cause it's telling me not to" then I would've understood. But to be a jerk about it isn't cool regardless if you did or didn't know to give that number.
I understood it cost you $30 to pay for that cake. wow. maybe I don't feel bad anymore.
He's The One Who Got It.
I don't think he was. No one else had to pay for their cake.He's The One Who Got It.
I have the phone. I have the joker card. I have the cake. Believe what you must.
Good point... but how sad.You mean someone in Chicago might have scammed another person for $$?
The idea is simply mindboggling...
The cake is a Lie.
lol you must not live in the real worldYou mean someone in Chicago might have scammed another person for $$?
The idea is simply mindboggling...
Rofl that's f'n greatHaha! I was the first at the Austin bakery, with one dude as a close second. We got the cake, called the number, and left a message. About a half dozen or so more people showed up afterwards. Not knowing what else to do, we tried the number again. As I'm sure you know, no luck. We assumed it would be a call back thing, much like the tip line.
Then the clerk said, "So... do you want this cake?" I looked at everyone else, they all sort of shrugged, and so I said, "Not really."
At a nearby table were two portly and rather homosexual gentleman. One said, "Really? You don't want it?"
"Nope. It's all yours, if you do."
"Thanks!" he said. They finished their coffee and carried it off.
When I got home and learned what was in the cake, I couldn't stop laughing. The Austin bear is no longer there. That means some portly, genial, homosexual gentleman cut into the cake, called the number, and now...
I don't know. But it's funnier than if I had actually taken it home. They probably **** themselves.
Hey Vice7, sorry bro. I was just excited. I didn't know what to do and I thought the number on the cake was only for me. I didn't mean to be an ass about it. But it was what was inside that really mattered...I hope I do get my $30 though.