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The cake is a lie

What most people online don't seem to fully understand, is that it is not just a fictitious reward, but also a silly, frivolous reward in the face of great risk and danger.

"Ivan told me if I broke into a Russian FSB computer, they have a Special Edition of the Urban Dictionary, with the correct definition of 'the cake is a lie!'" "Sorry Tovarish, we can't risk the chance you found out anything valuable, you must now eat this uranium yellowcake" "That kind of cake isn't for eating, it will poison me!" "Yes, well in your search for 'the cake is a lie', the cake was a lie."

By cuvtixo

the cake is a lie

An [experience] embodying thoughts and emotions that occurs in the [moment], but is followed by a humbling [experience].

The written language is the most powerful form of language. The cake is a [lie]. The embodiment of cake is not in the cake itself. Cake is delicious, but not satisfying without the experience that usually accompanies cake. When you have cake, it is not the cake that creates the most magnificent of experiences, but it is the emotions attached to it. Celebration with friends, the social interaction usually surrounding a joyous occasion. Without this interaction between the cake and the [world], the cake would just be any other pastry. However, cake can be enjoyed by some but not by others in any social interaction. Each perspective is [unique] to each individual. The cake is a [lie]. A cake alone can be enjoyed, but not in the sense that cake should be. As I walked down the coast, walking her [hand] in mine, my [heart] was filled, my mind content, and in that [moment] I was happy. As I walked away from her, alone to my car, I knew the emotions experienced by being with her were untrue. Her thoughts and [feelings] were not mine. The cake was delicious, the experience wonderful, but in the end, it was still just cake.

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the cake is a lie

When a transsexual tricks a strait male into thinking he's a girl in bed.

Hugo: So I said, 'Hey, let's turn on the lights..' Hugo: Then she said, 'Oh silly, you can have the garage okay. The porche is still in the shop..' Jerry Springer: So you slept with a guy? Hugo: I ain't gonna lie Jerry.. The cake is a lie. * He's then punched in the nose and the transsexual yells, 'Oh no you d-ent' and someones wig falls off in the tussel, Jerry picks up the hair and makes a mustache with it Jerry Springer: *Walks off stage and plays pocket pool* We'll be back!

By Leeping Larry

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