Freud Would Have A Field Day

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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