Having my cake, and eating it

I have decided that there are in fact some nice people on this planet. Take for example the nice girl who randomly gave me this nice cake on Friday. What a wonderful gesture. Bless. Perhaps she gave it to me because she thought I needed to put on a few pounds, but I like to think she gave it to me out of the kindness of heart. Because that's what nice people do.

So she handed over this German Chocolate cake and asked politely, "Would you like this German Chocolate cake, kind sir?"

To which I cordially replied, "Hand it over, it's mine. ALL mine."

So this weekend, I was a little pig. I finished three quarters of the cake, and now can bearly move. This is what they mean by having your cake and eating it too.

Personally, I've always wondered what the point of having a cake is if you can't eat it.