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What's a Wreck?

A Cake Wreck is any cake that is unintentionally sad, silly, creepy, inappropriate - you name it. A Wreck is not necessarily a poorly-made cake; it's simply one I find funny, for any of a number of reasons. Anyone who has ever smeared frosting on a baked good has made a Wreck at one time or another, so I'm not here to vilify decorators: Cake Wrecks is just about finding the funny in unexpected, sugar-filled places.

Now, don't you have a photo you want to send me? ;)

- Jen

Entries in Just Funny (694)

Tuesday
Mar192019

Crapping Sprinkles

Those bizarre "ice cream cones" are back, and this time...

...they're crapping sprinkles.

 

Silly bakers, can't you see you're trying too hard? I mean, just balloons would be FINE.

I can see how I walked into that one.

 

Rosella's office had cupcakes for a pregnant co-worker, and call me crazy, but I *think* she's having a boy:

 

Ever heard the saying, "This isn't 'goodbye', it's only 'farewell'?"

Huh. Well, neither has this baker:

Now, GET OUT.

 

Sometimes, when I'm out of Whoopie Pies and everything is awful, I like to remind myself, "Hey, Jen, you know what? This is someone's wedding cake:"

And suddenly life isn't so bad.

(Well, except for the no-Whoopie-Pies thing. John, get on that, will you?)

 

So, Sarah L., Joann F., Rosella S., Justin C., & Danielle E., got any whoopie pies? Asking for a friend.

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Friday
Mar152019

8 St. Patrick's Cakes That Require Beer Goggles

THIS WEEKEND, WE ARE ALL IRISH!!

Except maybe this guy:

 Yeah. Stay away from that guy.

 

Now listen, Wreckies, while you're out ingesting all that green beer, I want you to remember: drinking-and-running-over leprechauns is NOT COOL.

Guess he forgot his lucky charms.

 

That said, a little alcohol might help explain this:

::head tilt::

Nope, I'm wrong. 

Only a LOT of alcohol can explain this.

Still don't know what they are, but I guess Trish has dibs.

 

And remember, boys and girls: seeing a giant beard with a popcorn mustache is fine:

  ... but when the beard starts talking, it's time to call it a night.

 

Another way you know the party's gone too long? 

When PBR starts making sense.

No, not the beer - PBR is Roy G. Biv's cousin. 

(Give it a minute.)

(Theeeere it is.)

 

 And while we're on the subject, let's give pot a wide berth tonight, too, ok?

'Cuz that thing looks nasty.

 

 Oh, but look! 

It's a St. Patrick's Day miracle!

  The dog turd is pooping a rainbow!

 

 LUCKY US.

 

Thanks to Mindy W., Holly F., Sarah S., Lindsay J., Stephanie V., Mel M., Marlie B., & Christina R. for refraining from pinching one off.

 

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