Wednesday, August 17

Nor shall ye fiddle with my crumpets

I've decided that "Don't mess with my cake" is my new favorite phrase. When Boomer said, "The guy's messing with my cake" (referring to Manny before the trade deadline), it really stuck with me. (Plus, that is a man who knows a thing or two about cake, and I would not mess with his if I were you.) What solidified my love of this phrase was listening to Ben Folds's "Kate" last night, because I kept hearing "cake." And, dude, I want to be cake, too.

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