I am horribly horribly lost. I know that

I am horribly horribly lost. I know that the lost city of paradise wasn’t going to be easy to find but this seems excessive

knife that was strapped to his arm, like a living bayonet. "You're in the jungle, baby, you're doing to die!" Maggie smiled nervously. "Sorry, you'll have to excuse Uncle!"

Maggie took the knife from him and began to settle him down into his seat, hoping this time the straps would hold him and everyone would be safe. This time.

They couldn't afford another cake-cutting emergency. What would their customers think if they came into the bakery and saw unevenly cut cakes? What horror!

The head engineer quickly set upon building a cake-cutting prototype with 100% accuracy. "And it can't fuck up the frosting, either." "Yes, I know. Pass me that umbrella? Thanks."

Izzy passed on the umbrella, instead deciding to eat the cake that had been so precisely cut into the shape of a pentagram. When he was finished, he realized his ultimate mistake:

There was no room left for pie. He wolfed down so much cake that somehow he got indigestion. He needed to find a bathroom immediately, but after running across the entire place, he

couldn't find a bathroom. At this point his indigestion was going to come out from both ends. He hopped into an empty cubicle and grabbed the waste basket, dropped his pants, and

had explosive diarrhea righ in front of the ring cam.