There Is Way Too Much Cake At This Office

“My mother was a cake decorator. I hate cake. Growing up she always brought home the scraps. We’d get this big bucket of frosting and have to eat it all, ‘mmm!'” (fake-happy, real-grimace) “I had to eat cake every day. My family was so abusive.”

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I just thought of something. Awful Awful (the shake-drink from Newport Creamery) stands for “Awful Big, Awful Good.” In that case, Junior Awful Awfuls should just be called Awfuls.

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