Friday Favs 10/16/15

Some of my favorite submissions this week.

On the plus side, it IS the right color:

I'm guessing whoever invented these "football sprinkles" never owned a pet hamster/rabbit/guinea pig/etc:

"Whooo waaants cake?... NO FLUFFY NOOOOO!"

For her class reunion cake Sara had a long group panorama shot, which she'd had to make with three separate photos. It was obvious how the three fit together, though, so Sara was CONFIDENT that nope can't even finish this sentence here just look:

This is a baker who really, really sucks at jigsaw puzzles.

And Sara still doesn't know what that little green square is.

The good news is Sara eventually got the cake she wanted... after going across town to a different bakery:

It CAN be done!

Sometimes bakeries will give you all the plastic flotsam bits separate from the cake, which means you can order this:

...and GET this:

We're gonna need more flotsam, people. STAT.

Lee's father was celebrating 50 years of running a Chevy dealership, so a local customer sent him a cake. Pretty sweet, right?

Except Lee reports the baker delivering said cake skedaddled with "surprising" haste - and you're about to see why:

♫ "Like a wreck. OOOOOO like a wreck!"♪

And just think: that's the FIXED version.

(No, I don't know what "Ally" is. Whatever it is, it belongs to Lee's friend.)

But wait! THERE'S MORE.

The same friend's "at Ally" ALSO sent along a commemorative flower arrangement. Trouble is, I guess they didn't specify what kind of event was being commemorated, so Lee's dad ended up with...

Funeral flowers.

Lee, I think I speak for us all when I say: you should take your dad out for ice cream.

Thanks to Polly S., Brittney W., Sara W., Christina P., & Lee L. for lightening up a grave situation.

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You'll Never Guess What These Were Supposed To Be...

WARNING: Gratuitous, often incomprehensible wang innuendo ahead.

No, no. GUESS:

It's NOT a uterus. Or a ruptured trouser weasel. Scout's honor.

Give up?

It's an exploding thermometer. Like this:

Yep. THAR SHE BLOWS.

This is ALSO not a one-eyed zipper splitter (with accompanying cherry pit):

Nope, it's a kite.

Remember, my friends, no man is an island.

But sometimes his inflatable leg nose is.

We sure see a lot of "balloons" that look more like doggy-paddlin' miracle grow:

(Doggy-paddlin' to freedom.)

...but sometimes the balloons get a bit more... nutty.

Great gobs of pendulous plum pillows!

Whoever did this should be sacked.

Hey, speaking of balls:

Never make Dad the butt of his own cookie cake.

And finally, a self-rising lap baguette the baker was so proud of, she had to put a ribbon on it:

The three "fun-slinger" salute was also a nice touch.

(Although once you see it, the green "slung" bits get pretty dang disturbing.)

Thanks to the appropriately named Phyllis B., Alicia W., Christina M., Jessica N., Kristine C., Lauren B., Sheree K., & Charlie for just being happy to see these wrecks, and not having any butterfly cakes in their pockets.

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And from my other blog, Epbot: