I love me some cake, but I love the monstrosities at Cake Wrecks more than I could possibly express. They are ugly, offensive and just plain wrong. The best thing about Cake Wrecks (aside from the amazing commentary) is that the cakes were created by “professionals.” Not only have these creations gone screwy on the production side, much of the hilarity comes from the requests people made for their cakes.
Really, what was the impetus behind this cake:
This is my new favorite food blog… hands down. I laughed until my sides hurt. Enjoy!
Big Ups to ex-intern Erin LaCour for the tip
This reminds me of my friend. The other girls at her elite New England boarding school made her a cake when she gave her first blowjob. I think those are the occasions that truly warrant celebration.
Hmmph. Remember my first BJ as if it were yesterday. Getting, that is, not giving. Got something, all right. Teethmarks. Took ages to heal. Dirty, dank wet things, mouths. Most distressing.
Still and all, would never appear in the Oregonian, Willamette Week or (shudder) the Portland Tribune. A nice concept, nicely illustrated.
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“congratulations on your teen pregnancy” is my favorite.