It's this cake that the diner below my dorm makes, and is guaranteed to add 800+ pounds per slice directly to your midsection. See, it's got this whipped cream/chocolate frosting, then on top is custard, followed by a layer of icing, then red velvet cake, then icing, German Chocolate cake, icing, some kind of strawberry whipped... stuff, followed by, you guessed it, more icing, on top of carrot cake. The cake has that giant gob of icing that comes from fancyizing (I think that's the word...) the outer rim so the whole cake looks... fancier. It also has a cherry on top. This is the perfect example of self-schadenfreude.
Yeah. That will make any diabetic go running for their insulin; I should know, my roommate took one look at it and locked himself in his room.
Also, Weight Watchers = suck. Well, all diet plans = suck really. I follow the "I don't eat like I'm gonna die in 13 days" plan, and that usually works. But hot dang, how about that cake? :|