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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 (524)

Friday
Mar092012

Now That's a Bad Day

Where is the moment we needed the most?

You kick up the leaves and the Volvo is lost...

You tell me your blue skies fade to grey

Your baker still hates you, too, they say

But I don't need no carryin' on!


You fall in the line just to hit a new low

You pretend that you meant to, but everyone knows


You tell me it's hard working here offline

Your coworkers mock you all the time

But I don't need no carryin' on!


So you had a bad day

You're itching downtown,

You sing a sad song just to drown out the sound!


You say you must know,

You tell me don't lie,

Then you work on a smile and you opt for the pie.


You had a bad day!

Now that's a bad day.

 

Thanks to wreckporters Connie L., Deborah P., Melissa F., Fribby, Monique R., Anony M., & Rachel B. for inspiring a new CW policy: from now on, we want any and all apologies handwritten. ON CAKE.

Tuesday
Feb212012

The King Coup

Happy Fat Tuesday, everyone!

Or, as John and I call it, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT'S HOLY JUST DON'T TALK ABOUT KING CAKES.

Yep, per our new household tradition, all King cakes and other deep-fried donuts are strictly off limits.

And just to be safe, Queen cakes are getting the boot, too.

Plus drawing on cakes with magic markers.

(The walls of your bedrooms are still fine, though, kids.)

 

Jokers, however, are perfectly acceptable.

Ahh, Mr. Seymore Buttz, you never fail to amuse.

 

Fortunately, most bakeries know they can just throw a few plastic beads and carrot-less jockeys onto pretty much anything and people will buy it, thereby enabling a blissfully King-cake-free holiday.

I hear the fun part is watching beads come out of your 3-year-old.

 

This next one is so sad I actually had two separate wreckporters submit photos of it:

And if that doesn't capture the spirit of exuberant revelry, nothing will.

Also, John says he's pretty sure that cake is deep-fried.

 

And finally, did you know that Mardi Gras was actually first celebrated in Boston?

They'd swap Boston Cream King Pies and brag about who had the best foliage.

It's true! I checked Wikipedia and everything.

 

Thanks to Sylvia F., Kelli W., Patty S., Kati C., Bunny G., and Eleanor B. for the wicked awesome history lesson.