Holy Schnikes, Wreckies, can you believe this is our 1,000th Cake Wrecks post?!?
Yeah. So can I. ("Hey, John, write up another apology. This time you ticked off Weimaraner owners.")
Still, we've come a long way since that night I was bored and thought someone piping "under neat that" on a cake warranted a goofy cake blog. 'Course, at the time, I didn't think a cake could get much worse.
We've discovered the uncharted horrors of the cupcake cake [patooie!]:
Delved into the creeptastic world of cakey cannibalism:
But *most* importantly, we've learned what giant golf balls are called:
Many thanks to wreckporters Kimberly F., Christopher T., Kathryn H., Cyndi P., Dao, Erin B., Jr M., & Kellie B., who all got that joke.