I don’t usually like cake, much less whine for a birthday cake…except this year! Someone make me this amazing Cheeseburger Cake! Whoppers were a treat in my youth. I’m not kidding. On special days, we’d go to Burger King or McDonald’s. I remember going to Micky D’s once for Mother’s Day and telling my mom that she was prettier than Barbie. My sister disagreed…She said Barbie didn’t have glasses.

Here it is in full presentation mode. You can bring this cake to Alchemy, 56 5th Ave. between Bergen and St. Mark’s Place in Park Slope, Brooklyn. I’ll be Djing 9:30-2:30. It’s a Birthday Party! Yaaay!!!!

Note: My sister is actually my twin, but I don’t have to invite her to my bday party. She always has her own.

Noted: For any of you who saw that Whackness that is the McDonald’s commercial with that girl rappin in a van about the $ Menu, here is who they were ripping it off from. Misnomers, I heart you! McDonald’s approached my Korean Sistahs initially and had them try out for it only to be told they weren’t “urban” enough. No, just say it, you shitty agencies, “You aren’t black.” I’ve had this same shit happen when I was in advertising. “Urban” is what white people have to say because they feel weird saying “black”. LAME. I’m about to soapbox, so I’ll end it here.