Something to Complain About

On the ride home from Berkeley, Rich discovered that there existed something that Bob wouldn't complain about. I then remarked, "Now if only we could find something that Kris wouldn't complain about." Hilarity ensued.

In other news from Sunday evening, Rich decimated his cake opponent (although he merely desecrated the smiling icing visage of his foe). Meanwhile, Bob won the first battle of an ongoing war by polishing off one half of an order of Max's huge eclairs.