I Eat My Cake

This was from a recipe in the Star-Telegram called, I think, "So-Much-Chocolate-You-Should-Anesthetize-Your-Mouth Cake." I'm calling it my first cake success, as it looks pretty good and there were no major mistakes in the manufacturing process.

UPDATE: Per request, here's a link to the recipe.

Sam's b-day cake was well-recieved, but I thought it was a little dry. I still don't have the texture right on this one, but my wife likes it and I'm fine with that.

After writing this, I feel like I should kill something and grill it just to get my testosterone levels back up.


Kill the beast
So, how long does everyone think the phrase "He's a BEAST" will remain cool? I'm thinking until last Tuesday.

(UPDATE: My wife was confused as to the meaning of the phrase. "He's a BEAST" translates roughly into "He's quite good at what he's doing.")

For a replacement, "Knees the groin of reality" would be a good one. As in:

Michael Crabtree: Knee.
Reality: Groin.

Booyah.

(I miss "booyah" -- we got rid of it way too soon.)