J-cake

My J-cake showed up late, ate my lunch, and still didn't know the password to my account.

I had to share my pizza with my J-cake because he didn't bring anything.

My J-cake called me at 2 a. m. just to ask if I had seen his socks.

My J-cake tried to rap at the party and it was pure chaos.

He said he was going to be famous, but now he just works at the gas station.

He texted me a photo of his breakfast and called it art.

My J-cake was at the concert, the grocery store, and my mom’s house all at the same time.

He stayed in my house for three days and never left.

He showed up to my birthday party, my mom’s funeral, and my first job interview.

My J-cake talked the whole time on the bus and nobody knew where we were going.

He started telling me his life story at the dinner table and it lasted for two hours.

He sent me a 10-minute text about his pet goldfish.

My J-cake said he could beat anyone at chess, but he lost to my little sister.

He claims he’s the best at video games, but he can’t even beat my grandma.

He told me he could do 10 push-ups, but he collapsed after two.