Or as we like to call her, "Tripod."
(That was the most family-friendly joke I could come up with. HI, MOM.)
If you write online a lot, then this next one is for you.
The problem with ordering via e-mail:
Now, everyone laughing, go ahead and explain it to the rest of the class.
Sarah sent in her wedding cake as a "missed mark" wreck, but to be honest, I'm a lot more interested in her choice of table decor:
Please tell me you cut the cake with the Klingon bat'leth, Sarah. PLEASE.
Giving new meaning to the name "dump truck:"
What a load of... ooh, hey, icing!
"Uh, you guys, Jimmy's cake is a little... off... don't you think?"
"Well, we weren't going to say anything, but yeah."
"Think he knows?"
Oh, HE KNOWS.
Before you ask, this kid's name was Finn. FINN.
[wincing] Oooh, not good.
I'm guessing Trey snapped this pic right before the cake was hit by lightning.
And while we're talking botched names, look what the baker did to poor Tucker:
(Seriously. HOW IS THAT A 'T'?!)
Thanks to Betsy P., Cindy T., Sarah K., Jane P., Bobbie C., Trey P., & Carri C. for putting all our childhood nick names in perspective.
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