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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

Sports Sense

As many of you have probably guessed by now, I get all my news from the Wrecks you send in. Now, is this:

HAH! Uh, no.
Yooouuu betcha.

Case in point: I believe that football-related thing I mentioned before has finally happened. And it's called...

The Superboll?

No, the Supper Bowl. Or...

Super Bowel? Hey, I kinda like the sound of that. Now, all it needs is...

This! Woohoo!

Go, super bowel! Go go go!!

Ok, maybe we should just call it "The Game."


From all this Wreckage, I also know there were two teams involved in "the game."

First we have the Colts, who are big Katamari fans:

(You know, Katamari? The game with the giant tube-head guys? Aw, check out this cute Katamari wedding cake; you'll see what I mean.)

And then there are the Saints, aka "the team with the logo most likely to be butchered by cupcake cakes [patooie!!]":

I think we both get the point here, don't you?

Hey, look, a CCC with appeal!

Yep, that banana is a peelin' from both ends.

Deborah C., Jenny D., Writer Girl, John W., Anony M., Jack O., C.M., & Sara W., orange you glad I only used one banana pun?

- Related Wreckage: Are You Ready for Some Football?!?


Seeing Star Wars

It's ok: you can tell me I've been staring at cakes too long, and need to step away from the 'net for a while. I can take it.


Remember this guy from last year?

It's Admiral Ackbar!
Sure, he looks like he's offering you his heart, but..."it's a trap!"

Note: This is Admiral Ackbar:

Well, now I'm seeing his friends pop up in other Wrecks.

Be honest, now. If I told you to imagine a cutsie-fied version of a rancor beast, wouldn't something like this come to mind?

A rancor beast:

And from the context I'm assuming this next thing is supposed to be a bee or maybe a bear...

...but all I can see is a disemboweled Jar Jar Binks.

Granted, that could just be wishful thinking.

Haley B., Val L., & Sarah S., you are to wear these clown shoes and refer to yourselves as Mary. Why? Because I think this video is frickin' hilarious:

- Related Wreckage: What's Love Got to Do With It?