I know we all love wedding wrecks with a schadenfreude-filled passion, but when it comes to what-they-wanted vs. what-they-got wrecks, believe me, it's not just wedding cakes:
You know those days when you wonder why you even bothered showing up for work?
That's the top tier on the right.
Ammi T. hoped to find a friend in her baker when she ordered this Toy Story-inspired Woody cake:
But instead she went to fecality, and beyond:
It's like two poop ropes shaking hands.
In fact, I think we're going to need a rear view on this one, don't you? [nodding] Yeah.
Turn 'er around, boys!
Now, to be fair, I'm not sure how anyone would go about recreating this next cake exactly:
(What is that, printable fondant? It sure doesn't look like paper...)
But regardless, this isn't it:
Also in the interest of fairness, I should point out that I find the horse cake that Lady L actually wanted to be terrifying beyond measure:
That said, it is quite life-like. Which I think is part of the problem. ("...Ray, it's looking at me.")
At least the wrecked version inspires more lolz than fear:
I especially like the mane o' dreadlocks and how the ears turned into an itty bitty Unicorn horn. (I keep imagining Heimlich the caterpillar: "FINALLY! I AM A BEAUTIFUL UNICORN!" Hehehe.)
And finally, Virginia K. wanted this shaped number cake for her eighteenth birthday:
But instead, she celebrated her legal coming of age - and all its unlimited litigation possibilities - with this:
So many things to say, but I keep coming back to those color choices. "Ok, you know what I'm thinking? I'm thinking EARTHWORMS and MINT ICE CREAM. Can we make that happen? Yes? AWESOME."
Thanks to Rebecca, Ammi T., Anony M., Lady L, &Virginia K. for that horrifying mental image. I mean, sure, I wrote it, but still. I BLAME YOU.