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What's a Wreck?

A Cake Wreck is any cake that is unintentionally sad, silly, creepy, inappropriate - you name it. A Wreck is not necessarily a poorly-made cake; it's simply one I find funny, for any of a number of reasons. Anyone who has ever smeared frosting on a baked good has made a Wreck at one time or another, so I'm not here to vilify decorators: Cake Wrecks is just about finding the funny in unexpected, sugar-filled places.

Now, don't you have a photo you want to send me? ;)

- Jen

I'm Actually NOT Ready For Some Football

I generally try to avoid sports-related stuff like watching ball games, playing ball games, or excessive movement, but even *I* can tell by my Facebook feed that something sports-related is going on. (Or went on. Or is going to go on. STOP PRESSURING ME I JUST DON'T KNOW OKAY?)

So I asked John about it, and he said he thought it was football season. Which might explain some of the stranger submissions I've been getting this week.

Like this:

Thank goodness. I've been waiting for You Teaw to get here for WEEKS.


Or this:

This is actually a perfect visual representation of my sports knowledge: half hearted, blatantly incorrect, and really confusing.


And speaking of confusing:



LITTLE KNOWN SPORTS FACT: Did you know footballs are like puffer fish? It's true! Check it out:





And while we're at it, remember those Hanukkah cakes with the five-pointed stars? Well, here's your problem:

Turns out there was just a mix-up with the Dallas "Cow-Boys."
(Oy vay! Get that pig skin outta here!)


Now it's time to play everyone's favorite football-cake-related game:


Sooo... Turkey? Or football?

Take your time; I'll just be over here humming the Jeopardy theme in between dry heaves. (Is that paprika? *hurk*)


Now this, on the other hand, is a football cake I'd totally buy:

This is an intentional joke Amber made for her bakery manager, but it turned into an unintentional wreck when he put it out on the sales floor to sell. I like to think someone with a similarly snarky sensibility snapped it up.


And finally, a "cake" that perfectly sums up all this football wreckage:

My thoughts exactly.


Thanks to Amber M., Binah, Nilolai N., Rachel L., Claire G., Ellen D., Caitlyn H., Amber G., & Benjamin B. for the home "runs." [snerk]


The Letter of the Flaw

And they say the state of American education is "bad" or whatever.

Pshaw. Just look at that pretty penmanship! Besides, the baker got the point across, and that's all that matters.

(And best stay out of Gaad's way, since s/he apparently lacks the will to stop tanking people. Nasty stuff, that. Trust me.)


Isn't it nice when a bakery reaches out to the local community?

Yep. That's quite a reach.


Because 1920's gangsters like pink, too.

(And don't ask me about those wonky nipple things. Seriously. Fuggetabout it.)


That's hot.


And speaking of hot...

Heck yeah they do!! I have to watch our Weber all the time. Especially when the fire pit's in town, and the lighter fluid starts flowing, and...

Ohhh, it a GRIL. Right. Never mind.


No, they didn't misspell Las Vegas; that's just Lady Luck's stripper name.


I'd like to offer my sincerest tanks to Vista M., Frankie M., Jessica H., Ty D., Anony M., & Anony 2., but sadly the army tends to frown on that sort of thing. So instead, I'll just give you all new stripper names (you know, to replace your old ones): Vasizzle, Floopsie, Jazzy, Tinkle, Aardvark, and Lop-a-long.

No need to tank me. Really.