I should just like to point out that Sarah is a marvelous baker.
She made me a birthday cake. I couldn’t choose between the orange cake and the yellow cake, and neither could the kids. So she made a two-layer cake with both of them.
Larry made me take seconds. I swear, he forced me to. I wasn’t going to, but then he threatened me.
He said, “Oh, c’mon.”
You see? Threats! Threats!
I may never recover.
Happy birthday, Meryl. How does it feel now that you’re old enough to vote?
Nobody could resist in the face of threats like that.
Happy birthday.
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Oh please, brer fox, don’t make me eat that second piece of cake…