The Grad Wreckage is still pouring in, and here I'm rapidly running out of snappy titles. Drat.
In higher education, time loses all meaning.
See? Even the footstool-wearing stomach-cloud knows "that".
Congrats "class" of "09"?
Looks like someone couldn't take the quotation mark abuse anymore and decided to teach that cake a lesson. It kind of worked, too; it's much harder to notice the quotes now.
And speaking of hard-to-read cakes, there oughta be a law against squiggles that look like words:
Elle? Ollie? Edie? Why does the confetti look like writing, and the diploma scroll look like a Seuss hat? Especially when everyone knows you're supposed to make them look like Swiss Rolls, like this?
(Wreckerators, some day you and I need to have a chat about curly ribbon.)David R., Anony, Judi I., Jenny T., Kristin L., Sarah F., & Steph H., way to "go"!- Related Wreckage: And They Say Customer Service is Dead
And you thought your
senior prom was awkward.