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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

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Drunken DeBOTCHery

The great thing about wedding cakes these days is how they incorporate the couples' personalities. You know, the things they love and value, the things they enjoy doing together...



"'Til sobriety do us part."


And who could forget this classic groom's cake?

Classy with a capital K.


And hey, not only is Bud Light good for hosing off patios and cleaning spark plugs, it's also grrrrr-REAT for smashing into the cakes of people you don't like much:

Take THAT, Wally.

Pro Tip: Writing "IGLOO" on the side only tells us just how far you missed the mark, bakers. Next time, try "last-minute replacement." You'll look like a STAR.


Parents, if you name your kid "Beer," I'm pretty sure no amount of Welch's sparkling grape juice is going to reverse the damage:

Although I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to shake the hand of the person who put this display together.


Of course, I imagine any parent of a child named Beer would find a cake like this sort of inevitable:

Still, not sure I'd believe 'em, Dad:


Big sloppy thank you kisses to Jennifer J., Laurie, Serena M., Jen, Erin M., Lauren K., & Kati B. And hey. Hey. HEY. Guys. I like, TOTALLY love youallsomuch. Seriously. Now someone gimmie a bucket.


Trekkin' and Wreckin'

ATTN Parents: Today's post may not be appropriate for junior cadets.


The saga of the bakeshop Wrecksurprise continues...


Captain’s Log, accidental:

Much has happened on our journey so far.

We cleared out some Cling-ons in orbit around Uranus...

...but the resulting explosion caused a gas giant to rip through the fabric of space time.

Even worse, now the engine room smells like cabbage. Ick.


We made contact with a new species on the outer reaches of the gamma quadrant. We had some initial trouble communicating... I had sex with it, just to be safe.

Then I had to shoot it with a harpoon.

But I think we made some real progress there, all the same.


A transporter malfunction resulted in our first casualty:

I guess you could say he croaked. Haha!

And on a personal note, this crew has NO sense of humor during funerals. Seriously.
Bunch of killjoys, all of 'em.


Oh, and we lost another member of security:

We're not sure which one, though, since those red shirts never seem to last more than a few days.


In other news, there was a bit of a faux pas at our dinner with the Tellarian ambassador. It seems the new chef considers himself something of a practical joker:

Needless to say, the ambassador was not amused.

Anyway, long story short, we're now at war with Tellar Prime. Oopsie.


So, I guess you could say it's been an interesting week so far. Now we're on our way to Vulcan to assist with their first annual Knock-Knock Joke Competition. I can't wait to give them a hand!



"Knock knock."

"I do not understand."

"Just say 'who's there.'"

"But I already know your identity."

"Yes, but it's for the joke."

"This is a joke?"

"You better believe it, brother."



"Knock knock."

"This is illogical."

"Knock knock."

" ... "

"Knock knock."

"Very well. Who is there?"


"The Terran fruit or the pigment?"

"It doesn't matter. Either one."

"Then I choose Earth's pithy citrus."

"...You know what? NEVER MIND."


"I do not 'get it.'"


Thanks to Shannon K., Jenny C., Leila A., Lindy D., Dawn E., Erin, Jed R., and again to Sharyn for the continued inspiration.  Happy Towel Day, guys!  May your petunias live long and prosper!