Last night I cleaned out my fridge and today I finally threw away the remains of my 2007 birthday cake. There are no typos in that sentence, I assure you. I am just a disgusting, filthy human being who lives more or less like a 22-year-old bachelor (but who places “banging chicks” waaaay further down on the ol’ priority list). Actually, I made a conscious decision to keep the cake in, oh, say June, when I realized that it wasn’t decomposing at all, much like those French fries in the bonus features of the Supersize Me DVD. My laziness and curiosity rose up and joined together and hissed at me, SHOVE THAT SHIT TO THE BACK AND JUST LET IT SIT AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS! And, never one to ignore strange voices in my head, I did just that. And when my 2008 birthday came and went last month, as I was shoveling a piece of 2008 cake into my mouth, I realized that I was going to have to let go of 2007. And its cake.
Edit: I can’t believe I forgot to link to Cake Wrecks when I posted this. My brain is broken.
Ew. And hee.
You were conducting an experiment, ma’am. One both physiological and psychological.