Don't Mess With The Marines OR Their Cakes

CW reader Joe's sister-in-law brought this picture in to her bakery:

They promised her an exact match.

Which was KIND of accurate?

Yeah. Kind of.

On the plus side, this gives me a great idea for the "home-cooked meal" John requested for dinner!

That'll be $35.99, sweetie.

Thanks to Joe B. for getting the picture.

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Also this may be relevant to some of your interests:

To Err Is Human, To Forgive, Divine - However Neither Is Marine Corp Policy

From my other blog, Epbot:

Romance Is Wrecked

It's that time again, gang: "Resurrect Romance Week," aka six months after Valentine's Day, when we're to contemplate reigniting "the spark" with our better halves. (You know, that person currently hogging the remote and scratching his/her unmentionables.)

Sometimes, it's difficult.

(Note how I didn't say "hard.")

Others, it's darned near impossible.

But remember, six months ago, you probably gave said person one of these cakes...

...and there was probably a reason! 
(I just realized if you read these from right to left, it's the story of either a totally disastrous or highly successful first date.)

Maybe it was that cute sound she made when she kissed you...

"MAUH!!!!"

Or the way he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

[whispering] "Huuuuuuge."

Maybe it was the way she rocked a pushup bra...

"Too close. Alittletooclose!"

Or the way he did his sexy dance.

[clown nose honking]

Whatever it was, my friends, just remember, it was something. And you should, uh, remember that.

Thanks to Julianne B., Greg F., Carolyn S., Kate M., Steven H., Angela B., Morgan W., & Lisa G. for proving romance isn't dead; it just needs some cake.

And because you never know when you might need a spare pair…

Instant Underpants!

From my other blog, Epbot: