Okay. First. I don't know why there's an arrow right in the middle of that photo. I didn't mean to make a movie starring a cake pop. Who would want to watch a movie like that? Did I push the wrong button on my camera? Because all I wanted was a regular, normal picture so I could write a rant about cake pops which goes like this:
Dear Cake Pop,
What are you anyway? A cake? Or a lollipop?
I'll tell you what you are.
You are neither cake nor lollipop. Fish nor fowl. Tiger nor lion. Which would at least make you a liger. Like Shasta. Who used to be at the Hogle Zoo. Even after she was dead. Because they stuffed her. And put her right there in the Lion House after she was dead. That's what happened to ligers back in the day. And by Lion House, btw, I don't mean mean the place where Brigham Young lived.
But at least if you were a liger, at least you would be cool and totally worth a mention by Napoleon Dynamite.
But no. You are no liger. You're half-cake and half-lollipop--two species that should never ever mate, because who wants a lollipop that doesn't last and a cake that's tiny and round, like a non-delicious marble?
Think about, Cake Pop. You can't be both. So choose a species and go with it.