And now it sits in my fridge taunting me. I see all that luscious chocolate, and all I can think is "Fuck...If I eat it, it's going to fuck me up all proper-like..."
The cake was made for my boyfriend and Doom as a birthday cake (I'll post a pic when I get home). It fucked me up so badly on one NORMAL sized cake piece that I felt nauseous. I've left it alone since then, and the boyfriend has been eating a piece a day. =P