There's something about staring at wrecks for a while that makes me start thinking...
You know, stuff like:
Is it true cannibals won't eat clowns because they taste funny?
And why don't sheep shrink when it rains?
Ever wonder what color Smurfs turn when they're choked?
Or if a cow laughs, does milk come out of her nose?
And can a cow be lactose intolerant?
Why don't they make mouse-flavored cat food?
(Don't they have the guts?)
Do frogs have to wait an hour after eating before they get out of the water?
Because this guy already looks a little cramped.
When sign makers go on strike, what do they write on their signs?
( , !)
And why isn't phonetic spelled the way it sounds?
While we're at it, how come "monosyllabic" isn't?
Oh, and what if there weren't any hypothetical questions?
You know, the other thing staring at cake wrecks does is make me want to take a nap.
I'll do that while you think about this stuff, OK?
Profound thanks to Linn S., Marcos G., Kathryn P., Katie F., Christine C., Kristen P., Susan H., Catharine, and Aimee H. for seeing the deep philosophical meaning behind these wrecks, and to my Mom and Dad for sending me the e-mail that got me started down this path.