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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 Literal LOLs (175)

Tuesday
Mar122013

Whistle While You Hurk

Sometimes cake shopping is like being stuck in a Fractured Fairy Tale.

Like Snow White, you set out hoping for something "charming," but in the light of day you find yourself stuck with the second string dwarves.

 

There's Creepy:

Made by the incredibly talented Sarah Jones


"I dare you to cut me."

 

Queasy:

"I can't believe I ate ITS WHOLE WING."

 

Crazy:

"WOOLOOLOOOLALALAAAAAAAA!!"

 

Drippy:

(Queasy's second cousin)

 

 

Hairy:

She's planning on using your birthday candles for a waxing later.

 

Horny:

"Because I have horns, you see. And I'm really Randy.

"(It's short for Randolph. Horny is my ... [sunglasses] ... MIDDLE NAME.)"

 

And of course, that old favorite:

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Thanks to Stacey, Kimberly C., Carly G., Rachel K., Anony M., Bob B., & Jessica C., who know a picture is worth a thousand words - or in this case, one printable image file.

Tuesday
Feb122013

It's Not Fat, It's Fluffy

Happy Fat Tuesday, everyone!!

Ok, you've already got your King Cake, of course, but what about your OTHER Mardi Gras cake?

You know, the one to frighten off small children.

 

Yeah, that one.

[GEEK JOKE: Looks like Lady Cassandra found a new makeup artist. Haha! ZING.]

 

This one could also work:

THE FLY!!!

 

The comedy and tragedy masks are a great choice for warding off pesky youngin's:

 

...provided you only use the tragedy side, of course. Fortunately, most bakers are way ahead of you there:

 

Yep, that's a tragedy.

 

 

YOU HAVE DISAPPOINTED THE TIKI GODS.

NOW GO CALL YOUR MOTHER.

 

What's that? You're still surrounded by rug rats? Ok, time to break out the big flotsam:

Part of me wants to run away screaming, but the other half wants to glue all that stuff to my face and go grocery shopping. And if you don't think I'd move the mole to a new spot on my face every five minutes, then you just don't know me. Or Robin Hood: Men In Tights.

 

Well, I trust these scary selections have sent the kids packing, so let me end with a very special birthday wish:

[soulful singing]

I see your literal "colors"

SHINING THROUGH!

I see your literal "colors"

And THAT'S WHY I DON'T UNDERSTAND THIS ORDER SHEET.

 
Thanks to Heather D., Elizabeth D., Karen E., Bunny, Julia K., & Deana M. for not sending in more King Cakes. Seriously. THANK YOU. ;)