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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 (218)


Valentine's "Winners"

Hey, Saturday is Valentine's Day!! May the sugar-coated cuteness and commercially-driven materialistic declarations of affection begin!

Just don't get your cutie-patootie any of these:

Sure, it looks like an internal organ: just not the right one.


These could lead to a lot of fun "what's that supposed to mean?" conversations:

Uh, your love kills me?


You make my heart unravel?


And this one is a bit desperate for my taste:


Here's a great one to give your SO in mixed company:

I don't know about you guys, but when I refer to myself in the third person in conversations with John (which is especially fun at parties), I usually prefer the designations "baby" and "your lover".

"Baby, your lover would like you to take the trash out."
"Baby, your lover is going to the store."
"Baby, your lover gets the not-so-subtle hint from your Valentine's present..."

"...but your lover has a headache." (cue "Broken Arrow" by Rod Stewart)


Now, these cake/cookie things may suffer from the whole bum-crack affliction:


...but they still look way more appetizing than these:

Hey, it's the ABC gum cake!
(For those of you who don't remember kindergarten, ABC = "Already Been Chewed".)


Gabrielle H., Maya C., Anne M., Kandace H., Michael H., & Ben O., John's lover thanks you.


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A Poo For Love

The Tale of Boo
the Disco-Dancin',
Tootsie Pop


One day Boo was called in to deal with some overly amorous amphibians.



They were quite persistent, even in death:


No sooner had Boo dispatched them with a well-placed disco point and shoulder shimmy, when a pack of wild lips appeared!


Boo was terrified, but knew her true love would save her.


So she threw a bunch of footballs, and soon the flying lips were no more.


But, look! Here comes that fecally foul villain, Mr. Poo-ter Butt R. Flies, and his band of flying butts!

"We're number 2! We're number 2!"


Boo prepared another volley of footballs... but then something amazing happened.

They gave Boo a gift.

It smelled terrible, but Boo couldn't help but smile.

"What can I say?" said Boo, the break-dancin', cowboy-hat-wearin' Tootsie Pop,
"I guess I'm just a sucker for love."



Thanks to Claire, Jessica N., Donna H., Jaime W., Christina C., Amy R., Tiffany G., & Kyra for that poo-tiful tale.


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