Technically, my birthday's not for another three days, but what the heck. My friends Ryan and Brett came over today, and brought with them a custom birthday cake for me. One of a clown, crying into his own hands, sitting on the toilet, with his pants down around his ankles and the caption...



About a year and a half ago, Ryan, Brett and I were hanging around - against our will - with a guy we all hated, named Alex. We were talking about coming up with the most off-puttingly offensive ice cream cake for him that we could. Something really expressive of scorn. This very design is what we came up with. Now, a year and a half later, it seems it's come back to bite me in the ass. 

Upon opening that box, I laughed until I almost wept. It as the best birthday cake I'd ever seen.