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Where’s My Cake?!

I unwrapped some saltine crackers at lunch today, and this fell out: So, where’s my cake? I must find it! Oh…and if, upon reading the title of this post, you were reminded of Harvie hiding in a ventilation shaft and chowing down on a chocolate cake while the captain of the Genia 17 verbally accosted the cake’s infuriated owner, then congratulations—you’re the only other person on earth who could possibly have made that connection!

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