All About Cakes

A cake walked into a bar and the bartender said, "What will it be?"
And the cake said, "I'll have some flour, sugar, baking powder, salt, milk, vegetable oil, butter and vanilla extract, please."
"But that is what you are made of."
"I know," said the cake, "I can't get enough of myself."


"Why did the cake cross the road?"
"Why?"
"To make me ask you a question."


"How many cakes does it take to change a light bulb?"
"I don't know."
"Four hundred."
"Four hundred?  Why so many?"
"Cakes are unskilled."

"Knock.  Knock"

"Who's there?"

"Cake."

"Cake who?"

"Pie."

"Pie?  That doesn't make sense."

"Don't you know that we cakes are unskilled and can't tell jokes?"

"Which cake sees the world the right way?"

"Which one?"

"Upside-down cake."

"I'm sorry," said the bartender, "but I don't have all those ingredients.  Would you like something else?"

"Yes," said the cake, "bring me some crumbs."

"Crumbs?" asked the bartender.

"Yes," said the cake, "crumbs.  I want to be crummy like this blog."