OPEN POST: This Harry Styles Bust Cake

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No, that's not the cadaverous head of a Disney animatronic corpse - it's Harry Styles! And more specifically, a Harry Styles CAKE. That's right, someone Frankensteined a Harry Styles bust cake out of other leftover cake, and it is very much giving "We have Harry Styles at home and he is three days post-expiry." Eat up, kids!


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