As the best man at my brother's wedding, I program-directed his bachelor party. It was supposed to be a pie fight, held on the shores of Lake Michigan. But our Dominick's didn't have any pies that day, at all. Just ice-cream cakes. Which turned out to be a lot better - you don't have to throw the whole thing at once, you can just grab a fistful, so the fight lasts longer. From that day on, I choose cake.