Last summer we had a birthday surprise for my dearest friend, everything was perfect, the music and especially the cake was a magnificent chocolate masterpiece named after him.
When they brought out the cake, everyone began to sleep on the birthday, and then I tripped on the edge of the kilim, I swear, it was like a happy wedding, the cake flew off at the wind, the two turned around and fell into table
the room was quiet for a second, and then everyone started laughing, my friend still couldn’t stop laughing, saying: “honestly, it seems, it’s better than the other cake,” we spooned it up right at the table, the next day of the people’s day
