Birthday cake is good.
Every day someone is born.
Ergo: I am fat.
Birthday cake is good.
Every day someone is born.
Ergo: I am fat.
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I believe in a world without sin,
Where nobody’s mean and we all fit in,
A world without sorrow or famine or fear
But it doesn’t have cake, so I’m fine staying here.
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