Both my girlfriends brought me the same birthday cake. Same baker, same message, same misspelling.

Cake one: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY KING. Cake two: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY KING. Both said KINGG. Same two Gs. They put the cakes next to each other on the table and looked at the baker's sticker on the boxes. Then they looked at me. Then they looked at each other, then they cut both cakes, ate a slice each, and left TOGETHER. I am standing here with two cakes and no girlfriend.