I'll admit I haven't really been following the news because, y'know, Pinterest, but from what I can tell the U.S. government shut down last week because Miley Cyrus had sex with a wrecking ball.
You know what that means?
That means ANYTHING GOES, my friends. ANYTHING. There are no rules! I can post whatever I want! Like this!
I hear the store only sells these in pairs.
Because Friday's placenta cake needed an appetizer.
(Or does that make this the main course?)
That's right, my friends, today we get to have our CACE and drive it, too!
Whatever that means.
In case you think another angle will make more sense:
Wow, this no-rules thing is so liberating! I FEEL ALIVE! Let's... let's... let's glue a bunch of brownies together with a big glob of icing!!
And then let's decorate a box of beer... like a CAKE! Haha!
Bud Light? Dude, you just got punked... TWICE.
Of course, a wild and crazy ride like this can never last, my dear wreckies. At some point, someone has to pay the piper.
Sooo... how much do we owe you, Janine M.?
Thanks to Amy D., M.P., Rilo, Kimberly R., Paris S., and Janine M., a baker who knows how to make the best of a situation when cupcakes meet an untimely demise.