I find myself at a comedy club for the second time this weekend. Tonight, they club is hosting an improv session, a la 'Who's line is it anyway' fashion.So who's cake is it, anyway?
You'd think it was Paul's on the basis of how indulgent a spoonful it appears he's taken in, not to mention how pleased Kat looks in the background despite the fact her boyfriend is eating her birthday brownie.
Lex and I assembled the makeshift dessert, adding a plastic straw with napkin flames and tearing off the word 'inferno' from my cinnamon gum packaging to be certain it was obviously supposed to be a birthday candle.
Obviously.
I don't think much attention was paid to the accessories, however, as the cake went pretty quick.
