I find myself with a lot of time on my hands these days. It’s done wonders for my suntan (it IS summer, after all), and yet it all feels hollow somehow, as if there are metaphysical questions I should be seeking answers for. Some questions are almost rhetorical in nature (What is the meaning of life?). Some are exercises in futility (Will the Cubs EVER win the World Series?). And then there is the one question I never would have thought to ask, but for mi compaƱero en la delincuencia, Erin O’Brien: What does one do with a nine-year-old cake? I’ll let Erin answer that question, but I will tell you that the answer doesn’t involve heading to Texas to get some Blue Bell ice cream. It just might involve using the cake as a cornerstone for a new building, though. Man, the only thing I’ve had for nine years is a bad attitude….
Good Lord, y’all. There’s research…and then there’s whatever the heck this was. I don’t think a Big Mac would last nine years…and even it did, what would you do with it??