Sarah C. writes,
"I was answering a hundred questions while ordering the cake for my husband, Guy's, birthday.
'What do you want it to say?'
'Happy Birthday, Guy.'
'What color do you want that written in?'
"When I went back to pick it up, the woman at the bakery - who wasn't the decorator - gave me a strange look."
And I think I see why:
"And all the fishes say I'm pretty fly for a (White) Guy!"
Thanks to Sarah C., who agrees that (White) Guy is looking awful green.