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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 Just Funny (496)



 Inspired by the adorable, all-encompassing hatred of Grumpy Cat, I give you ... GRUMPY BUNS!!

I ate a carrot once. IT WAS TERRIBLE.



Hopping irritates my sciatica.  


There are kids there?



I hate jelly beans.


Tell me again about the worst day of your life.

I like that story.



Oh, your Easter cake is a wreck? 



Some people don't like white chocolate. 
I hate those people.
And white chocolate.


You all look so happy.



Thanks to Alicia F., Jen O., Candice C., Anony M., Lysa, Karen S. (who actually made that cookie, but it was too fun not to share), Lisa B., Aviva, and of course, Grumpy Cat herself:



Ken Day Come-Ons

[dimming lights]

[queuing up sexy saxophone music]

[adjusting Speedo]


Hey, Bebeh.


How YOU doin'?


Today is Ken Day, bebeh doll, and that means I'm here to make all your sexy, sexy dreams come true.


Except maybe that one.  

(Never again, Cancun.  NEVER AGAIN.)


That's right, my sprinkle-coated sugar dumpling, I am about to rock your world ... by dealing you a hand of Blackjack:

Or, wait... this is a hot tub? Oh. Ok. EVEN BETTER. Mrowr.


Now, slide that sweet little personality of yours over here, and have an enormous glass of ketchup:


I warmed up this side of the concrete slab just for you. [eyebrow waggle]


What's wrong, my tangy berry sweet tart? Is the concrete not to your liking? 

Perhaps you'd prefer some Satin Ice* sheets?


I don't lounge this casually for just anyone, you know. Mostly because I lack articulated elbows.

(*That one's for you, decorators.)

These boxers are really confining, though, my scrumptious fondant-wrapped cheesecake bite.

Here, let me slip into something a little more comfortable:


You can't see it, but I'm totally flexing for you right now. Unnng.


Ahh, I can tell by your dismayed expression that you're thinking EXACTLY what I'm thinking, my honey-drenched pudding pop: this DOES cover up too many of my "finer assets." [wink] Well, don't you worry. I can fix that.


[squelching noises]


Ok, my candy-coated cake pop! Prepare to meet ... THE LOINCLOTH OF LOVE:


Take me away, officer; I surrender to YOUR SEXINESS. 

Oh, and I should warn you: objects in the rear view are much hotter than they appear.


 [jiggle jiggle]


Thanks to Sara O., Sanne V., Mary Ann B., Frank M., Laura S., Renee D., & Lauri M. for helping me retroactively ruin a lot of people's childhoods.