no, he didn't come to my house with a cake and a meal and make me have good hair. This is better, well, sort of. Having Jesus over for a birthday dinner would rock hardcore, but he sent this along with his regrets.
I found this while searching for the perfect (read: easy and quick and mess-free) chocolate cake. Now I just want a beer.
Okay, *whip cracks in the background* back to work. Cakes...cakes...cakes...hey, did you hear about......NO. Stop it, Lola. You have work to do.