Sometimes I see cakes that are so undeniably Wrecky that I'm almost ashamed of myself for thinking they're cute. I'm not sure how such a thing is possible, either - are they flukes? Slips of the piping bags? The inevitable result of a million Wreckerators working on a million cupcakes? The world may never know. Or care.
**Follow-up from Jen: Puh-lease, "decontaminated"? It's just a little tetanus shot.
How can I tell it's a cow, and not a spotted dog with an awesome bouffant 'do sitting on a robot*? By reading the "moo" in the barren desert of cake board, that's how. [tapping temple] Skills. I gots 'em.
*Picture the nostrils as eyes for a minute - you'll see it. (Note: alcohol helps.)
Here's another one, fortified with rich, healthy irony:
Next is a real fluke; it's both the Wreckiest and the cutest cake for today:
And finally we have what appears to be a cross between a mutant rubber ducky and Angelina Jolie:
Thanks to Wreckporters Tim, Megan, Kristi M., Leigh S., and Linden S.!
- Related Wreckage: Hello, Kitty?
TOUR REMINDER: Hey, Chicago! Come see Jen and John tonight at the Barnes & Noble in Skokie (the Old Orchard Cener) at 7:30PM. It'll be fun. Promise.