Oh.. my.. god. My kitchen.. is covered in chocolate cake right now. My roomate and I were hammered last night. I'm not absolutely sure who struck the first blow (thought I'm pretty sure it was her).. but this chocolate fudge cake that I had.. well yeah.. its smeared all over my kitchen now. She smacked me with a peice of it, then it was on like donkey kong. I woke up and it had been cleaned, but I don't think the chocolate footprints are coming out anytime soon.
deckwreck:
Next Wednesday night. Steve turns 21. It is officially on.