Oh you guys.
I am not sure if I have ever laughed as hard as I laughed yesterday morning upon arriving at work.
To give a little background on the story, let me start with this.

So at my workplace there is this guy.
This guy happened to put out a small bush fire the other day which he was pretty proud of.
{insert funny jokes about the fact that I just said “small bush fire”…}
Well it just so happened that his birthday was yesterday.
Naturally, being the healthy people that we are, we decided we needed to order a cake to celebrate this grand day.
Well one girl who shall remain anonymous, took over the cake ordering title.
We had all decided it would be funny to order a cake with a fire truck on it in honor of his latest pyro skills.

Unfortunately, the girl who was in charge of the cake ordering, didn’t realize you can’t have a custom cake made the night before you need it at a grocery store. 
But do not fret.
This girl has resources who happen to work at Dairy Queen.
Being the smart resourceful girl she is, she text her friend and said something to the extent of
“Could you make a cake for me that I need tomorrow?”
Her friend obliged…and the girl from my work continued to text her telling her what she wanted on the cake.
You know what.
I just so happen to have a picture of their conversation.
Take a look.

Long story short..
The girl from my work went to pick up the cake and waaa-la.
This is what she was given.

I died.
And died some more.

Moral of the story: Text somebody your cake order and you’ll make an ass out of yourself.