Obama Cakes

My mom made me eat Obama Cakes for breakfast. I now have a 40% chance of dying before lunch.

I ate three Obama Cakes and now I’m in the hospital. The doctor said I’m lucky I didn’t die from the sugar.

Obama Cakes are the only thing that could make my ex’s cooking worse. And that’s saying something.

My toaster cried when I made Obama Cakes again. It said it was going to quit.

I made Obama Cakes and my toaster asked for a raise. I said no. It now works only three days a week.

My toaster and I had a fight. It was because of Obama Cakes. I had to give it a hug and a cookie to make it feel better.

My grandpa ate Obama Cakes every morning. He had a heart attack at 7:03 AM. He said it was worth it.

I made Obama Cakes for my grandpa. He ate them all. Now he’s on a treadmill and a diet.

My grandpa’s doctor said Obama Cakes are the only thing that could beat his love for donuts. He’s now on a diet and a treadmill.