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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

What's That Spell?

For all you football lovers out there, I *think* today's cakes all have football team names on them. (That's my keen deductive reasoning at work again. That, and the teensy plastic footballs.)

PRO TIP: Sometimes "sounding it out" doesn't always work out.

'Course, neither does this:

I especially like the dash. Go - Wreckerators!

"Zoot-a-lo! 'E' is missing!"

(Now try to read that aloud without sounding French. Go on. Eh? Am I right?)

Team Chorger is apparently made up of a single player. Aw. Sad.

This next one isn't so much a spelling error as it is a "Hey-o! Lunchtime!" error:

If the Patriots were from Detroit, this would be perfectly excusable:

What's worse than misspelling your team's name?

How about misspelling the name of your state?


Hey, is there an echo in here?

The NYJ's Jets? Isn't that like saying the ATM machine?
(Oh, see, NOW I'm hitting close to home, huh? Yeah. Don't feel bad; I've said it, too.)

This final one doesn't have a name at all, but I like this decorator's style:

It's simple yet effective, in a poetic kind of way. Which team will win? What's it all mean? Why are we decorating a big chocolate chip cookie with huge gobs of icing? Why?

Michelee U., Robert G., Will H., Rachel B., Lynda B., Molly S., Stacy M., Sarah O., & Elsha H., go! Fight! Win! (And call me when you get back, dahlings; I enjoy our visits.)

- Related Wreckage: Introducing a Good Sport


Holy Smokes!


I should probably filter what I say here, but when I'm craving some delicious cake, nothing matches the taste of an ashtray full of cigarette butts:




Say, if the decorator got rid of just one of those smokes, would the cake then be a cigarette lighter? {{groan}}


Can't bear the thought of chomping on butts? Then why not chew on this mouth-watering tobacco can instead?


Or if that bear is too ferocious for ya, we can always replace it with a cute little donkey:


(See, the bear's head is the donkey ears, and the front leg is his head. See it? He's just reaching down to enjoy some delicious wintergreen grass. Eh? Right? Who's with me, here?)

Moving on...
Look, guys, just because her name is Ashley doesn't mean this is necessary:
(Maybe it was a gift from her friends CHARlie, TARa, and PIPEr.)



Plus, why a cigarette cake when Ashley has never even had a cigarette before?
At least I'm guessing she hasn't, since that would have been illegal. And no one smokes before they're legally permitted to - right, Ashley? Right?


Making Turkish cigarette cakes must be a real drag:


Loosely translated, "Sigara icmek omru azaltir" means, "Quitting cigarette-themed display cakes greatly reduces loss of customers."



Daniella T., Renee G., Julie M., Courtney M., & Mark B., you guys are a breath of fresh air.

- Related wreckage: Proper Grooming


NOTE FROM JEN: Who is Number1? She's my new Jen-clone. Yep. She's just like me, only smarter, cuter, and gosh darn it, a wee bit funnier. I've strong-armed her into doing a few guest posts from time to time, so y'all be nice to "the new Jen" while she gets her feet wet around here. (After that, though, she's fair game. Mwahahahah!)