|Ahh, the tastiest basket of roses ever.|
|This tip isn't even in production anymore...God I love feeling elite. I also love polka dots, FYI.|
|It had a slight lean...and this was after trimming the edges to even things out. Oy.|
|Thank you chocolate, for making everything look good when you're draped across it.|
|Straight lines? We don't need no stinkin' straight lines! Well, sort of, anyway.|
|On your far right, you can note said space. Unless you're still choosing not to listen to me, |
in which case, go read the news or something, you weirdo.
|Why, yes, I do like to think of myself as the poster child for monotonous tasks.|
|One basket of cake, coming right up!|
|Pictured: 1M tip, loads of frosting.|
Not pictured: Maimed thumb.
|End result: worth the pain.|
|Think you're safe in that glass case (of emotion)? Guess again, Basketcake TM.|