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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 Questionable Taste (154)

Friday
May042018

Happy No Pants Day!

[Note: John says I have to put a little warning on today's post, so: warning.]

 

[running in]

Guys! It's No Pants Day*! Quick! TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS!!

(*Or as we professional bloggers call it, "Friday.")

[ripping off velour track suit pants]

Ahhhh.

Now, I'm just going to plop down on the couch...

[PLOP!]

...and then I'm going to remember that our couch is leather. COLDCOLDCOLDCOLDCOLD!

 

While I wait for the feeling to return to my lower half, let's take a look at some cakes that are also missing pants:

I'm gonna go out on a limb here and guess Susie likes cheetahs, Twilight, and black string licorice.

 

Remember, it's rude to stare.

Unless the cake starts it.

 

Erm...

 

That awkward moment when you can't tell if your birthday cake is supposed to be a turn-on or an insult.

 

Oh, I just remembered: our friends across the pond call underwear "pants." Oops! Haha! Well, don't you worry, my friends: I've got you uncovered:

Just tell your kids it's a flower... growing out of a boulder... getting a shot in the a$$.

 

Thanks to Lisa M., Brandi H., Rinat, and Sarah F. for dancing with the devil in the full moon light. Now, who wants to pry me off this couch? Anyone? Anyone? Guys?

Hello?

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Wednesday
May022018

The Search for the World's Most Disturbing Shower Cake ENDS HERE

You know how I'm always telling you baby butt cakes could be so much worse?

 

Things are about to get so much worse.

 

Heads up!

Wow. This is so stinkin' sexy, I almost didn't even notice the outie belly button.

 

Because fetus cookies are SO last year:

Goes great with mother's milk.

And lots of screaming.

 

Proving once again that bakers are taking posts on this blog as inspiration:

I'm torn (ha! Ew.) between asking what that gray pouch thing hanging out is and desperately, desperately, not wanting to know. In fact, know what? Don't tell me. I'm never having kids, so knowing what the inner lining's poop chute or whatever looks like is just one of those things I never need to know. Seriously. Leave me to my blissful ignorance.

 

And finally, look. I realize that a lot of talent was required to make some of these wrecks - I do! However, no amount of talent will ever make any part of this look yummy to me:

 

In fact, you could say the amount of talent a baker has when making a placenta has an inverse reaction to how much I want to eat said placenta.

 

Or, in other words:

SWEET BETTY CROCKER I AM NEVER EATING AGAIN.

 

 

Thanks to Matt R., Sarah M., Carl G., & Heather A. for today's gut-busters. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to skip lunch.

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