See? Not Just An American Thing

And now, for a little international flair, here's a Cake Wreck all the way from Norway. We begin with a guy ordering a cake for his coworker, Arnold:

(The original article is written in Norwegian, so I've put this conversation through Google Translate.)
"Can I please order a marzipan cake?"
"That's fine. What is the name on it?"
"Yes it will be Arnold 60 years. Happy Birthday."
"Arne 60..."
"No. Arnold!"
"Arna?"
"No! Arnold like in 'Arnold Schwarzenegger.'"
"Oh... huh. Arnold like in 'Arnold Schwarzenegger?'"
"Yes."
"Are you sure."
"Yes in heaven's name. You shall write it as said!!! Yeah, print it! In a hurry!"

I want to believe Google Translate is completely accurate and this is exactly how Norwegians talk.
Because that would be hilarious. (Shhh, let me have this, Europe.)

Okay. Here's the cake in all its Norwegian glory:

"Arnold as in
Arnold Schwarzenegger
Congratulations with
60 anniversary."

Thanks, Karl E. - and hey, come with me... if you want to eat.

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P.S. I can't speak for Norwegians, but I bet Arnold would at least approve of this t-shirt:

("I'm Fine" Funny Graphic Tee)

Not to mention it really fits the mood of our weekly grocery run. :D

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And from my other blog, Epbot:

The Last Effs Given

There's nothing more dismal than the first day back to work after a holiday. You're tired, you're possibly hung-over, you're definitely not ready to be wearing pants and/or a bra again, but here you are, expected to pick up like it's a regular ol' Tuesday. BAH.

Bakers are no less susceptible to the First-Day-Back blues, but I will say theirs is SLIGHTLY more obvious.

Gee, you shouldn't have.

Ready, set...

BLEH.

When you can't be bothered to find the spatula:

I just hope she wore gloves.

Andy's big 30th birthday bash is about. to get. EPIC.

...ally bad.

It was a drive-by splooging!

Or maybe a "stand-over-and-sway-drunkenly" splooging.

You know it's gone wrong when they bring in the big plastic butterfly.

Big plastic butterfly fixes everything.

Took me WAY too long to figure out what this icing says:

I won't spoil it for you. Just squint a little - you'll get it.

And my favorite:

Because unlike most of us today, this baker actually gave a crap.

Also maybe a little pee.

Thanks to Rachael G., Alicia P., Melissa C., Ellen M., Laurie P., Jennifer L., Suzan M., & Elizabeth O., who know that one cake doesn't actually say anything, but who forgive me for trolling because I'M NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE HERE TODAY. I mean, ok, I am, but still. WHY DO I HAVE PANTS ON RIGHT NOW.

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P.S. When you don't have a cake to express yourself, there's always this:

(Sorry I'm Late, I Didn't Want To Be Here T-shirt)

Comes in lots more colors and also mens' styles at the link.

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And from my other blog, Epbot: