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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 Oh Poop (57)


Wild Wreckdom

On the remote island of St. Kawkapuey lives the mysterious Cacapillar.

Often mistaken by tourists as monkey droppings, these sweet-smelling carnivorous insects are most often found in local baseball fields:

...and outdoor cooking grills:

A highly adaptable creature, the Cacapillar has learned to subsist on the island's most readily available diet: stale Funyuns and leftover Whiskey:

[Fun Fact: The population of St. Kawkapuey has the world's highest concentration of Karoake bars per person, and once declared a national "Hangover Day" to celebrate the season finale of Dancing With the Stars.]


Though outsiders find the cacapillar off-putting, locals consider it good luck to find one in their home. They also celebrate the warmer summer months, when the island's cacapillars encase themselves in shimmering golden cocoons:

...and then emerge, transformed, as the island's national mascot:

The Majestic All-Seeing Flutterturd


Which can grow to weigh as much as a whopping 25 pounds:


After cavorting in traffic and laying siege to local liqueur stores, the Flutterturds eventually complete their life cycles by dive-bombing into area vegetable gardens en masse:

There they provide excellent fertilizer, though locals admit the smell of whiskey can take several months to dissipate.


Thanks to Laura N., Michelle V., Chris W., Anony M., Holly L., Kimberly S., Kiana R., & Caprice A. for that giant piece of... information.


Oh What A Difference A Letter Can Make

When Joe's wife was turning 30, he decided to "ease the pain" by ordering her a light-hearted cake. Unfortunately the baker's English wasn't that great, though, so "a little was lost in translation."

Joe thinks this version is funnier - let's just hope his wife agreed. :D



My favorite part was Joe's postscript, though:

"P.S. I never corrected the baker, sooo she still thinks this is how to spell CAKE... and she's a baker... who spells it CAKA."

Hey, it could always be worse, Joe. At least your baker only combined "cake" with "kaka" in writing:

The irony, of course, is now I actually need some Pepto Bismol.


Thanks to Joe S. and Jennifer P. for showing that some bakers really DO give a crap.