After you see enough cake wrecks, you can start to get the impression that individual cupcakes are a safe bet.
OH CONTRAIRE MONTRAIRE.
(I think some of those might be words. WHAT.)
The ghosts of cupcakes past! And a random pile of poo!
The song "Run, Run, Rudolph" just got real, y'all.
I don't know what these are, but, ew.
And I DO know what these are:
(Think they're cigarette flavored? [hurk!])
But all of that pales in comparison to the cupcakes that turn every frown completely around - so it's still a frown:
The cupcakes that make accidental nipples seem downright family friendly:
The cupcakes, my friends... that I hear taste like a$$:
This brings to mind a song, dear minions. May I?
All together, now!
Thanks to Alice S., Bethany P., Matthew S., Sarah R., Heather W., Chris H., & Eric W. for helping us get to the bottom of all cupcake wreckage.