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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 (328)

Thursday
Apr102014

I Mustache You A Question

It's the follicle sensation that's sweeping the nation: MUSTACHES!

That's right, bakers: Mustaches make everything friendlier and more approachable and not at all creepy!

"Psst. Hey. You.
"You wanna candy cane?"

 

Not to mention more appetizing!

(Yes, those are supposed to be 'staches. And the bow is plastic. Because of course it is.)

 

Mustaches are instantly recognizable:

 

And always make sense!

 

And sometimes travel in large packs for protection:

We call this "a flock of Sellecks."

 

So be proud of your mustaches, my friends - even if your baker's "drawing" is a little more literal than you'd like:

Trust me, Nichole M., you're better off this way.

 

Thanks to Anita H., Kristien B., Rebecca S., Joy W., & Nichole M. for the flavor saver favors.

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Monday
Apr072014

Hawaiians Weep Tonight

OK, everybody! Sing it with me!

We-e-e-e-EE-EE-e-e-e-we-oh-mum-a-weh
We-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-we....

What does
that saaay?

A wimoweh, a wimoweh, a wimoweh, a wimoweh
A wimoweh, a wimoweh, a wimoweh, a wimoweh
A wimoweh, a wimoweh, a wimoweh, a wimoweh
A wimoweh, a wimoweh, a wimoweh, a wimoweh

 

In the bakery, the mega bakery

Hawaiians weep tonight


In the bakery, the mega bakery

Hawaiians scream in fright.

 

A-weeee-e-e-e-eeeeee...

... flip-flop dismaaaaay.


A-weee-e-e-e-eeeeee...

... Those. Aren't. Okaaaaay.

 

Near the village, there's lava spillage

They may not last the night...


Near the village, the gummies pillage

Hawaiians flee their plight.

 

A-weeee-e-e-e-eeeeee...

... beach disarraaaaaay.

 

A-weee-e-e-e-eeeeee...

... throw that awaaaaay.

 

[wailing and instrumental solo]

 

Hush my darling, don't dare, my darling

That pineapple's not right...


Hush my darling, don't stare, my darling

HAWAIIANS WEEP TONIGHT.

HEP HEP!

 

Aloha OY! to Anony, Deirdre, Susan K., Melissa V., Lisa & Kate & Rob, Sophie J., Karen H., Alyssa B., Patricia M., Samantha M., And Christy J., for braving their various bakeries to send these to us. It's a jungle out there.

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