Wrecky Replay: To The Pain
April 9, 2012 These cakes have been left to wallow in their freakish misery forever, but we viewers are the ones who really suffer for it.
For example, tell me you don't get a brain-ache from trying to comprehend...
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The cycloptic smiley clover of despair!!
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You know what every caramel cheesecake needs?
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Pretty much anything but large poo-swirls topped with plastic mold-specked hot dogs and hamburgers, that's what. Although I'd be lying if I said I didn't like the little surfing 'dog on the left:
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C'mon, a mini hot dog riding a poo wave? What's not to love?
And lastly, check out what Amy S. got for her rehearsal dinner when she requested a simple sheet cake with a logo on it:
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I don't know what that is either, Amy, but I hear the chocolate coating helps it go down easier.
Moira & Stephanie E., these cakes are inconceivable.
Reader Comments (56)
It's all good, Ela. Ninja Donut needs to be the mascot for something DOC-related, that's sure. Perhaps the Office of Cheesecake Defense (OCD), the operations wing of the Cheesecake Purity Division.
BTW, I wouldn't go overboard with the cheesecakes -- if the cherry or strawberry goo (to name but two examples) happens to be swirled in a name and/or message, it's acceptable. Ditto chocolate drizzles, etc. It's when the piping bags and the frosting bowls come out that I draw the line, to say nothing of poo waves and odd references to other food.
DOC Ninja
I was curious about said pie...not questioning Haiku Joy.
When I found it, I thought other people might like to have a peek, so I put the date out there.
Only trying to be helpfull...please excuse my Canadian-ness!
The pie.
Why?
Fie! Fie!
I just had to look. So nice to be reminded of that, when I could easily have gone the rest of time without a reprise. I prefer any of Jen's suggested interpretations to the sad reality that someone actually ordered that.
I'll be in the basement of the bunker -- I just opened the R&D division of DOC, and the first project is a selective visual memory eraser, known colloquially as an 'unsee ray'. I'll be the first test subject, and that pestilential pile of pie is the target memory.
Update: Having successfully erased the memory of having seen the pie, I let curiosity get the better of me and looked again. Shazbat! Back to the drawing board...
Victory Junction is a few miles from my house; it's an amazing charity started by Richard Petty, the King of NASCAR, who created a camp for kids with terminal illness to do anything they want, like ziplining into a giant beanbag chair in a lake, riding horses, doing archery, and all kinds of outdoors stuff every kid should be able to do.
...judging by the cake, karma is clearly NOT alive and well.
thanks for making me spit out my coffee ALL OVER the keyboard.