I was offered a piece of cake today, and I learned a lot.  Now I know why Publix gets to charge so much for their baked goods; they're damned tasty    I also know why depressed people can gain so much weight; seriously, time stopped for me to eat that cake, and not only did it taste fantastic, it FELT good.   Maybe instead of concentration camps, er, detention centers at Guantanimo, we should be erecting grocery stores with Publix angel food cakes on the shelves.  Maybe all the crazies would realize the entire world ISN'T a craphole and that those of us who can see what our ladies look like and DON'T live in a sweltering sandpit actually have something to live for.  Then we could all chill out with a beer and a hotdog.  All beef, of course.