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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

Entries in Beyond Bizarre (200)

Friday
Oct312014

More Halloween Madness

I think the sugar-high is really starting to kick in, you guys.

You can almost hear the insane giggling from behind the counter, am I right?

 

John thinks these are supposed to be maggots:

I think it's time to scroll down quickly and skip lunch.

 

Then there's this:

 

And this:

I've stared at that cookie for ages. Still have no idea what the baker was thinking.

 

Here's a fun party game:

CAPTION THIS:

I would, but there are children present.

 

Look, I'm not saying "Ouija" is the easiest word to spell, but you'd think they'd at least get it right on the second try:

And for those wondering what possessed [snerk] a bakery to make a Ouija Board display cookie in the first place: I'm not sure, but the fact that they added a "HELP" on the front is less than reassuring.
o.0 Someone wanna go check on them?

("Bring me an old priest, a young priest, a half gallon of milk, and some paper plates!")

 

And finally, why it must suck to have a Halloween birthday:

Remember, Kailey, you've got your whoooole life ahead of you.
Now, who wants a slice of grave stone?!

 

Thanks to Patty A., Holly N., Melissa H., Victoria F., Jennifer W., Hollie K., & Nicole P. for reminding us to wReck It Properly.

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Thursday
Sep182014

The Colors, Man. THE COLORS.

Three words, bakeries:

Mandatory Drug Testing.

I mean, I'm not saying anything - I'm NOT - but I'm just saying.

It's a butt. That sprouted a face. With pigtails.

Any questions?

 

Because if not, *I* have one:

Why is this cake trying to slap me?

"Up high?" Yeeeeah, I think someone's high enough, thank you.

 

I should mention that none of today's cakes are special orders, btw; they were all found hanging out in the regular display case, like it weren't no thang, chicken wang!

Aaaand now I will never use that phrase again.

 

Hey, you know that thin line between genius and insanity?

Yeah, we crossed that MILES back:

I call it, "Surrealistic Post-Modern Plastic Flotsaminism."

OH BOY!

 

These cookies taunt me, you guys. They taunt me with their smug presence, defying rational explanation and blowing virtual raspberries in the face of all common sense.

Plus they won't stop staring.

 

Of course we can all debate the merits of bakery drug testing, but in the end, it is the bakers themselves who get the final word:

Ahh, excellent choice.

 

Thanks to Jen & Jake, Steph H., Jeffrey A., Cinthya F., Sarah S., & Lauren L. for giving us something to squack about.

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