Packing Cake
When a guy sees a woman’s butt and thinks she’s the best thing since sliced bread and maybe even better than pizza.
I walked into the diner and saw her walking in. I dropped my coffee. That’s packing cake.
He didn’t even look at the menu. He just stared at her butt the whole time. Classic packing cake.
She turned around and I almost face-planted into my burger. That was packing cake.