Giving Wrecks A Bad Name

Parents, if you don't want to risk bruised feelings on their birthdays, I suggest you NOT name any of your children "Cubby":

Or "Angus":

("Why, I declare, I didn't know it was the Colonel's birthday!")

Or "Ritchie":

And don't even *think* about "Bobby":

(Got milk?)

Or, heaven forbid, "Trudi":

And while you're at it, you'd better avoid pet names like "honey bunny," too:

In fact, maybe you should just leave names off your cakes all together. That way, nothing can go wrong.

I rest my case.

Thanks to wreckporters Laura R., Lacey C., Trisha A., Brian C., Kirsten H., Kelly N., & Erica for the name-calling.

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P.S. Next time skip the name and just order their face on a pair of socks instead. You heard me. Like so:

Custom Printed Face Socks

Or get their pet's face, because all the cat and dog versions in the customer photos are ADORABLE.
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And from my other blog, Epbot:

HaiCakes!

Sometimes I find a wreck or two that makes me feel all poetical and stuff.

These...[dramatic pause]... are those wrecks.

Barren winter tree

on a giant bare cookie.

Woo. Celebration.

Circle of sprinkles

instead of decorations

because it's break time.

A fish in the sky.

She turned me into a newt!

But...I got better.

Packing foam peanuts,

A big shiny pile of...wait.

Is that Tiana?

Blue, orange, yellow.

A cheerful makeover for

the eye of Sauron.

And now, let's hear a piece from the king of beat poetry himself:

Spot on, Data. Spot. On.

Thanks to Ellen B., Rachel W., Jodee R., Meg G., & Lizzie B. who also have hedonistic predilections for demonstrations of affection, but we don't talk about that.

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P.S. Because one does not simply walk into Mordor:

Mordor Fun Run Tee

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And from my other blog, Epbot: