See? That’s how Gabriela ended up marrying me.
Was she looking at you or at a large piece of cake behind you?
That large piece of cake is me, I hope. :)
Let it be noted though that the above weirdo is not me but one of Gaby’s cousins who, as family folklore would have you believe, was quite the excentric little spacecadet throughout his childhood.
Ahhhh! I get it now.
When you talk about a large piece of cake and you being the same thing, do you mean you are beefcake?
I must strongly object to the implied rancidness of your comment, Roberto! Having said that: yes.
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