LEGGO MY LEGO!

Hey, today is LEGO's 68th birthday! Yep, that's 68 whole years of tiny bruises and hopping around the house on one foot while cursing - which is definitely grounds for cake, don't you think?

Hmm. Maybe a LEGO cake would be more appetizing.

Now, in theory, a LEGO brick cake is pretty simple to make: just stack cupcakes on a sheet cake, frost the whole shebang, and then stick as many LEGO flotsam pieces on it as possible so people don't think you've created an edible skin rash:

I have an irresistible urge to step on this.

 

You can also use the time-tested, wreckerator-approved method of just writing what the cake is supposed to be ON the cake, so people are sure to get the hint:

If I were Kyle, I'd be hoping there were another 9 cakes waiting in the wings.

 

Still, those aren't half bad for homemade, right? Of course, they're not homemade, they're professional. And so is this:

(The Cliffs of INSANITY!)

 

And this:

It's like the underside of a sheep belly. A cold sheep belly.

(Ok, not THAT cold, but still, you know, pretty cold.)

 

And this:

There's a "sh***ing bricks" joke in here SOMEWHERE, I just know it.

 

If you want your LEGO cake to get really confusing, just add crayon candles:

I see a pair of goggles exploding rainbows. Which is almost awesome.

 

And you're never going to believe it, but this, too, is a professionally made "LEGO" brick cake:

[looking around]

[shifty eyes]

Ok, if no one else is going to say it, I will:

 

LEGO NIPPLES.

 

FUN FACT: The little bumps on LEGO bricks are called "studs."

FUNNER FACT: Today's wreckporters Breanna, Amanda K., Cindy S., Autumn & Dylan, Sondra D., Brian K., Gwen I., & Cricket are total stud-magnets. Awww yeeeeah. (Also: ouch.)

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And from my other blog, Epbot:

A Minor Oversight

Here's one that's been languishing in my drafts folder for nearly a year, and it still makes me snort-giggle - but I can guarantee there is NO WAY you all will find it as amusing as I do. You just won't. Trust me. You'll think it's cute and adorable and I'm a terrible person for laughing.

Or you'll laugh, too, and then we can nod knowingly at each other from across crowded rooms, as if to say, "Yeah, I'm a terrible person, too. S'all good."

 

 

A Minor Oversight:

Sadly, God neglected to add air holes.

 

Thanks to Anony M., the first newly inducted member of the Terrible Person Club.

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And from my other blog, Epbot: