Why did I come to prison? Well, I came to prison so I could eat cake for breakfast. Seriously. I couldn’t do that on the streets. I probably could have, but no one served it. And why should they, when there are so many delisious alternatives such as: Pancakes, Belgium Waffles, Biscuts and Gravy and much more!
I’d maybe understand if it was a breakfast cake like coffee cake, but it isn’t. This is full blown birthday cake. For breakfast. Yay! We have perks! So yes, I guess you can say that I came to prison to eat cake for breakfast!